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 RKELEY 
 LIBRARY 
 
 I UNIVERSITY OF 
 VyCALIFORNIA 
 
NELL GWYNNE; 
 
 OR, 
 
 THE PROLOGUE. 
 
 A COMEDY, 
 IN TWO ACTS. 
 
 BY 
 
 DOUGLAS JERROLD, 
 
 AUTHOR OF 
 
 " JOHN OVERT," " BLACK-EYED SUSAN," " THE BRIDE OP LUDGATE," 
 " THE RENT DAY," &C. &C. 
 
 PERFORMED AT THE 
 THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 JOHN MILLER, HENRIETTA STREET, 
 COVENT GARDEN. 
 
 ( Agent to the Dramatic Author's Society J 
 
 1833. 
 
STACK 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 BAYLIS AND LEIGHTON, 
 JOHKSON'S-COURT, FLEET-STREET. 
 
1833 
 
 WHILST we may safely reject as unfounded gossip many of the 
 stories associated with the name of Nell Gwynne, we cannot refuse 
 belief to the various proofs of kind-heartedness, liberality, and 
 taking into consideration her subsequent power to do harm ab- 
 solute goodness of a woman mingling (if we may believe a passage 
 in Pepys,) from her earliest years in the most depraved scenes 
 of a most dissolute age. The life of Nell Gwynne, from the time 
 of her connexion with Charles the Second, to that of her death, 
 proved that error had been forced upon her by circumstances, 
 rather than indulged from choice. It was under this impression 
 that the present little comedy was undertaken : under this convic- 
 tion an attempt has been made to shew some glimpses of the 
 " silver lining" of a character, to whose influence over an unprin- 
 cipled voluptuary, we owe a national asylum for veteran soldiers, 
 and whose brightness shines with the most amiable lustre in many 
 actions of her life, and in the last disposal of her worldly effects". 
 
 The following lines of Rochester are a conclusive proof that Nell 
 Gwynne first attended the theatre as an orange -girl. Whether 
 she assumed the calling, in order to attract the notice of Betterton, 
 who, it is said, on having heard her recite and sing, discouraged 
 her hopes of theatrical eminence ; or whether her love of the stage 
 grew from her original trade of play-house fruit-girl, has not yet 
 been clearly shewn. Indeed, nothing certain can be gathered of her 
 parentage orplace of birth : even her name has, lately, been dis- 
 puted. That, from " the pit she mounted to the stage," is, how- 
 ever, on the poetic testimony of Rochester, indisputable : 
 
 l{ The orange-basket her fair arm did suit, 
 Laden with pippins and Hesperian fruit ; 
 This first step raised, to the wond'ring pit she sold 
 The lovely fruit, smiling with streaks of gold. 
 Fate now for her did its whole force engage, 
 And from the pit she mounted to the stage ; 
 There in full lustre did her glories shine, 
 And, long eclips'd, spread forth their light divine; 
 There Hart and Rowley's soul she did ensnare, 
 And made a king a rival to a player." 
 
 She spoke a new prologue to Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of 
 the Burning Pestle : she afterwards played Queen Almahide, in 
 Dryden's Conquest of Grenada, besides speaking the prologue " in 
 a broad-brimmed hat and waste belt." The history of this hat 
 and belt is given by old Downes, the prompter, in his valuable 
 
 608 
 
IV 
 
 Roscius Anglicanus, a chance perusal of which, first suggested the 
 idea of this drama. 
 
 On the death of Charles our heroine lived a secluded life. She 
 inhabited a house, in Pail-Mall, built for her on her retirement 
 from the stage by the king. According to Pennant (in his Account 
 of London,} the walls of the back room on the ground floor, were 
 entirely covered with looking-glass, as, it was said, the ceiling had 
 been. Over the chimney, was her picture. At this house, she 
 died, in November, 1687 ; the day of the month is unknown. Her 
 mother was drowned near the Neat-houses, Chelsea, in July, 1679. 
 Any further account of her kindred has escaped research. She 
 was interred on the 17th of November in the old church of St. 
 Martin's-in-the-Fields : her funeral sermon was preached by 
 Dr. Tenison, afterwards Archbishop of Canterbury. The Queen, 
 in allusion to the circumstance, said she was convinced the de- 
 ceased had merited the praises of the worthy Doctor, or he had 
 never bestowed them. 
 
 Among the correspondence of Sir George Etherege, with the 
 Scotch College, at Ratisbon, is a letter to him, from his under 
 secretary, Mr. Wigmore, written on the 18th of November, in 
 which he acquaints him 
 
 " Last night was buried Mad. Ellen Gwyn, the D. of St. Alban's 
 mother. She has made a very formal will, and died richer than 
 she seemed to be whilst she lived. She is said to have died piously 
 and penitently ; and as she dispensed several charities in her life- 
 time, so she left several such legacies at her death ; but what is 
 much admired is, she died worth, and left to D. St. Alban's, vivis 
 et modis, about 1 ,000,OOOZ. sterling, a great many say more, few less/' 
 
 " The assertion of her dying worth a million of money (says a 
 writer in The Athen&um) is hardly worth attention ; the extract 
 from the original letter, by Seward, must have contained a too 
 much. What the Duke of Buckingham told Bishop Burnet, that 
 Nell's first demand on the king was five hundred a year, which he 
 rejected ; but that in about four years afterwards, she had managed 
 to obtain more than sixty thousand pounds, goes far to make up 
 the one hundred thousand, which it is more generally allowed she 
 died possessed of. 
 
 " The will and codicil, now first published, will set at rest many 
 vague stories relative to the disposal of her property, which was 
 bequeathed in the bulk to her only surviving son, Charles Beau- 
 clerc, Duke of St. Alban's. The will was proved in the Prerogative 
 Court of Canterbury, Dec. 7, 1687, and the original given up to 
 Sir Robert Sawyer, "on the 18th of Feb. following. The documents 
 in the archieves of the Court are official copies, with an autograph 
 receipt for the original, by Sir Robert Sawyer, attached. Any 
 reference to the depository of the original, has eluded my par- 
 ticular inquiries. 
 
" The Will of Mrs. Ellen Gwynne. 
 
 " In the name of God, Amen. I, Ellen Gwynne, of the parish 
 of St. Martin's-in-the-fields, and county of Middlesex, spinster, 
 this 9th day of July, Anno Domini 1687, do make this my last will 
 and testament, and do revoke all former wills. First, in hopes of 
 a joyful resurrection, I do recommend myself whence I came, my 
 soul into the hands of Almighty God, and my body unto the earth, 
 to be decently buried, at the discretion of my executors, hereinafter 
 named, and as for all such houses, lands, tenements, offices, places, 
 pensions, annuities, and hereditaments whatsoever, in England, 
 Ireland, or elsewhere, wherein I, or my heirs, or any to the use of, 
 or in the trust for me or my heirs, hath, have, or may or ought to 
 have, any estate, right claim or demand whatsoever, of fee-simple 
 or freehold, I give and devise the same all and wholly to my dear 
 natural son, his Grace the Duke of St. Alban's, and to the heirs 
 of his body ; and as for all and all manner of my jewels, plate, 
 househould stuff, goods, chattels, credits, and other estate what- 
 soever, I give and bequeath the same, and every part and parcel 
 thereof, to my executors hereafter named, in, upon, and by way 
 of trust for, my said dear son, his executors, administrators, 
 and assigns, and to and for his and their own sole use and pecu- 
 culiar benefit and advantage, as in such manner as is hereafter ex- 
 pressed; and I do hereby constitute the Right Hon. Lawrence 
 Earl of Rochester, the Right Hon. Thomas Earl of Pembroke, the 
 Hon. Sir Thomas Sawyer, Knight, his Majesty's Attorney Gene- 
 ral, and the Hon. Henry Sidney, Esq. to be my executors of this 
 my last will and testament, desiring them to please to accept and 
 undertake the execution hereof, in trust, as afore- mentioned ; and 
 I do give and bequeath to the several persons in the schedule here- 
 unto annexed, the several legacies and sums of money therein ex- 
 pressed or mentioned ; and my further will and mind, and any 
 thing above notwithstanding, is, that if my said dear son happen 
 to depart this natural life without issue then living, or such issue 
 die with issue, then and in such case, all and all manner of my 
 estate devised to him, and in case my said natural son die before 
 the age of one-and-twenty years, then also all my personal estate 
 devised to my said executors, not before then by my said dear son 
 and his issue, and my said executors, and the executors or admini- 
 strators of the survivor of them, or by some of them otherwise 
 lawfully and firmly devised or disposed of, shall remain, go, or be 
 to my said executors, their heirs, executors, and administrators 
 respectively, in trust of and for answering, paying and satisfying 
 all and every and all manners of my gifts, legacies and directions 
 that at any time hereafter, during my life, shall be by me anywise 
 mentioned or given or by any codicils or schedule to be hereto 
 annexed. And lastly, that my executors shall have, all and every 
 
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 of them, 100Z. a-piece, of lawful money, in consideration of their 
 care and trouble herein, and furthermore, all their several and re- 
 spective expenses and charges in and about the execution of this 
 my will. In witness of all which, I hereunto set my hand and 
 seal, the day and year first above written. " E. G." 
 
 " Signed, sealed, published and declared, in the presence of us, 
 who, at the same time, subscribe our names, also in her presence. 
 
 " Lucy Hamilton Sandys, Edward Wyborne, John Warner, 
 William "Scarborough, James Booth/' 
 
 On a separate sheet, as a codicil, is 
 
 " The last request of Mrs. Ellen Gwynn to his Grace the Duke 
 of St. Alban's, made October the 18th. 1687- 
 
 " 1. I desire I may be buried in the church of St. Martin's-in- 
 the-fields. 
 
 " 2. That Dr. Tenison may preach my funeral sermon. 
 
 " 3. That there may be a decent pulpit-cloth and cushion given 
 to St. Martin's-in-the-fields. 
 
 " 4. That he would give one hundred pounds for the use of the 
 poor of the said St. Martin's and St. James's, Westminster, to be 
 given into the hands of the said Dr. Tenison, to be disposed of at 
 his discretion, for taking any poor debtors of the said parish out of 
 prison, and for cloaths this winter, and other necessaries, as he 
 shall find most fit. 
 
 " 5. That for showing my charity to those who differ from me in 
 religion, I desire that fifty pounds may be put into the hands of 
 Dr. Tenison and Mr. Warner, who, taking to them any two 
 persons of the Roman religion, may dispose of it for the use of 
 the poor of that religion inhabiting in the parish of St. James's 
 aforesaid. 
 
 " 6. That Mrs. Rose Forster, may have two hundred pounds 
 given to her, any time within a year after my decease. 
 
 " 7. That Jo., my porter, may have ten pounds given him. 
 
 " My request to his Grace is, further 
 
 " 8. That my present nurses may have ten pounds each, and 
 mourning, besides their wages due to them. 
 
 " 9. That my present servants may have mourning each, and a 
 year's wages, besides their wages due 
 
 " 10. That the Lady Fairborne, may have five pounds given her 
 to buy a ring. 
 
 "11. That my kinsman, Mr. Cholmley, may have one hundred 
 pounds given to him, within a year after this date. 
 
 "12. That his Grace would please to lay out twenty pounds 
 yearly, for the releasing of poor debtors, out of prison, every 
 Christmas-day. 
 
 "13. That Mr. John Warner may have fifty pounds given him 
 to -buy a ring. 
 
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 " 14. That the Lady Hollyman may have the pension of ten 
 shillings per week, continued to her during the said lady's life." 
 
 " Oct. 18, 1687- This request was attested and acknowledged, 
 in the presence of us John Hetherington, Hannah Grace, Daniel 
 Dyer." 
 
 " Dec. 5, 1687. I doe consent that this paper of request may 
 be made a codicil to Mrs. G Wynne's will. 
 
 " ST. ALBAN'S." 
 
 " A writer in The Champion, June 3rd, 1742, No. 398, on ' the 
 Fraudulent Practices of Parish Vestries, and in particular that of St. 
 Martin's-in-the-fields,' observes, ' I cannot forbear mentioning 
 one action more laid to the charge to these honest men, viz. Nell 
 Gwyn, player, left a handsome income yearly to St. Martin's, on 
 condition, that on every Thursday evening in the year, there should 
 be six men employed, for the space of one hour in ringing, for 
 which they were to have a roasted shoulder of mutton and ten shil- 
 lings for beer ; but this legacy is of late diverted some other way, 
 and no such allowance is now given/ 
 
 " No authority, beyond report, appears for this assertion. 
 
 " Persons incarcerated for debt in Whitecross-street prison, that 
 being the county gaol for Middlesex, have some allowance, on a 
 particular day in the year, which is denominated Nell Gwynne's 
 Bounty, but whence this arises, or how paid, I have yet to 
 learn." 
 
 All the characters in the comedy, with but two exceptions, and 
 allowing the story that the first lover of Nell was really an old 
 lawyer, figured in the time of Charles the Second. For the intro- 
 duction of Orange Moll (so inimitably acted by Mr. KEELEY,) the 
 author pleads the authority of Pepys, who in the following pas- 
 sage, proves the then existence and notoriety of some such per- 
 sonage : " It was observable how a gentleman of good habit 
 sitting just before us, eating of some fruit in the midst of the play, 
 did drop down as dead, being choked ; but with much art Orange 
 Mai did thrust her finger down his throat, and brought him to life 
 again." In another place Pepys speaks of Sir W. Penn and him- 
 self having a long talk with " Orange Mai." A dramatic liberty 
 has been taken with the lady's name, Moll being thought more 
 euphonic than " Mai" or " Matilda." The incident of the king 
 supping at a tavern with Nell, and finding himself without money 
 to defray the bill, is variously related in the Chroniques Scandaleuses 
 of his " merry" and selfish days. 
 
 In conclusion, the author has to return his thanks to all who 
 aided the representation of his drama, and to the management for 
 every wish and care to perfect the illusion of the scene. 
 
 D. J. 
 
 Little Chelsea, July 17, 1833. 
 
DRAMATIS PERSONS. 
 
 MEN. 
 
 King Charles the Second MR. JONES. 
 
 Sir Charles Berkeley MR. FORESTER. 
 
 Charles Hart ) Managers of the King's f MR. DURUSET. 
 
 v Theatre, Drury Lane, -c _ -. _ 
 Major Mohuni jgg^ I MR. PERKINS. 
 
 BettertOH (Manager of the Duke's) MR DlDDEAR . 
 
 \ Theatre, Lincoln's Inn / 
 
 Joe Haynes MR. MEADOWS. 
 
 Counsellor Crorvsfoot MR. BLANCHARD. 
 
 Stockfish MR. F. MATTHEWS. 
 
 Boy MASTER MACDONALD. 
 
 WOMEN. 
 
 Nell Gwynne Miss TAYLOR. 
 
 Orange Moll MR. KEELEY. 
 
 Mrs. Snowdrop MRS. DALY. 
 
 This Comedy wasjirst represented on the 9th of January, J833. 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 ACT I. SCENE I. 
 
 NELL GWYNNE'S Lodgings. 
 Enter MRS. SNOWDROP, followed by JOE HAYNES. 
 
 Mrs. SNOWDROP. Mr. Haynes, do you know what cha- 
 racter is ? 
 
 HAYNES. I do, Mrs. Snowdrop, in all its varieties ; 'tis 
 at the best an ostentatious superfluity. Character ! That 
 may be called our first year of discretion, in which we learn 
 to live without it. 
 
 Mrs. S. Tis just like you of the King's Play-house. 
 
 HAYNES. Nay, I'm no longer of the King's Play-house; 
 they've cast me out of the community. 
 
 Mrs. S. Cast out! For what? 
 
 HAYNES. My religion. T'other day, I sent a ship-par- 
 son with a bell to call manager Hart and his actors to 
 prayers : the manager swore at my piety, and straight dis- 
 
2 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 charged me : I'm a martyr of the last new make : if one 
 day Joe Haynes be not in the calendar, then do they manu- 
 facture saints as we make knights ; not from desert, but court 
 favour. My sanctity brings me to my errand. This girl 
 Mistress Ellen Gwynne 
 
 Mrs. S. Poor thing ! I do believe she has hardly a friend 
 in the world. 
 
 HAYNES. I'm a benefactor on a grand scale I mean my 
 Lord Buckhurst, 
 
 Mrs. S. But then she has a heart for a queen. 
 
 HAYNES. And an ankle for Venus, no doubt. When 
 shall we see her? 
 
 Mrs. S. Pretty Nelly, she's quite a lamb. Could I but 
 see her well married ; could I but discover an honest man 
 
 HAYNES. Aye, but only think of the uncertainty. 
 
 Mrs. S. A plain-going citizen 
 
 HAYNES. Plain-going ! Where will you find one ? un- 
 less, indeed, you count among the livery, the wooden men ot 
 Saint Dunstan's ? Since Charles hath come back, the city 
 hath grown ashamed of its plainness, and stands begging at 
 Whitehall for cast off ruffs and feathers. Now, my lord 
 Buckhurst, 
 
 Mrs. S. You see, Mr. Haynes, I'm a lone widow with 
 nothing left but my reputation. 
 
 HAYNES. Poor destitute thing ! 
 
 Mrs. S. And though I do let lodgings, my husband, Ba- 
 laam Snowdrop, was once very high as a roundhead. 
 
 HAYNES. (Aside.) Thrice very high and each time in 
 the pillory. 
 
 Mrs. S. Nay, would you believe it, closely concerned 
 with Barebones ? 
 
 HAYNES. I can easily believe it (aside.} since he 
 
XELL G WYNNE. 6 
 
 married you. But for Mistress Gwynne, something must 
 be done to fix her fortunes ? 
 
 Mrs. S. So she said last night. You see,, she has run 
 away from a lady whose companion she was, because she 
 wouldn't listen to some lawyer man, old and ugly no doubt: 
 dear Nelly, she is such a kind hearted thing ! 
 HAYNES. But last night ? 
 
 Mrs. S. Well, last night, as I was saying, she made me 
 the lord knows against my will but then she smiled so, 
 and bade me take a mouthful of strong waters, for I had 
 been thinking of my dear Baalam, and 
 
 HAYNES. Damn Balaam ! No, I abhor unnecessary 
 swearing ; pass Balaam, and come to Nelly. What was't 
 she made you do ? 
 
 Mrs. S. Carry a letter to the Duke's Play-house, to Mr. 
 manager Betterton. 
 
 HAYNES. To what end ? 
 
 Mrs. S. To ask him to come and hear her read play- 
 books. You may well look ; nothing now will serve her 
 but to go upon the stage. 'Tisn't my fault : I'm sure I put 
 the pious Mr. Muggleton under her pillow every night. 
 HAYNES. And Betterton ? 
 
 Mrs. S. He's with her now : they have been doing 
 what they call a scene ; but you may be sure I was present : 
 and there Nelly played the queen of of I forget what, 
 but she talked of racks, and daggers, and poisons, and cutting 
 off people's heads, oh, if she'd been born a queen, it 
 couldn't have come more natural to her ! 
 
 HAYNES. A heroine ready made for Dryclen ! 
 Mrs. S. And then to see how beautifully she faints, 
 and how in a minute she'll drown her face with tears ! I've 
 
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4 NELL G WYNNE. 
 
 known hundreds of women try as much, but none like 
 Nelly. And then she sings, sings as if nightingales, 
 
 (NELL GWYNNE is heard to sing without ) 
 
 " My lodging it is on the cold ground, 
 
 " And very hard is my fare, 
 ' c But that which troubles me most, is 
 
 " The unkindness of my dear. 
 " Yet still I cry, Oh, turn, love, 
 
 " And 1 prythee, love, turn to me ; 
 " For thou art the man that I long for, 
 
 u And alack ! what remedy?" 
 
 HAYNES. Sings ! If that voice do not fill a pit do not 
 lead the gallants by the ears ! we must see her. Eh ! here's 
 Better ton; stand aside (puts Mrs. Snowdrop off.} Now, 
 for the humility of a cast-off actor to a manager in full 
 play. 
 
 (Enter BETTERTON.) 
 
 Mr. Betterton, your most humble servant. 
 
 BETTER. What, Joe ! again on the world ? Why, man, 
 how dost live ? 
 
 HAYNES. Live sir ? by hand and knife : one night I 
 pick a pocket, the next I cut a throat. I have a consuming 
 desire to end my life at the gallows ! 
 
 BETTER. May your desires be gratified ! But why, Joe, 
 at the gallows ? 
 
 HAYNES. I'd fain cast discredit on the rest of the 
 players. My dying speech shall be a second Cromwell to 
 you, and turn your theatres to conventicles; and (mock 
 heroically} as the stage first saw the light in the waggon of 
 Thespis, so shall it close its eyes in the Tyburn cart of 
 Joseph Haynes. 
 
NELL GWYKNE. 5 
 
 BETTER. Nay, cheat the hangman, and spare us. (looking 
 at rvatch ) But I shall be late at rehearsal, (going.) 
 
 HAYNES. Mr. Betterton. So, you are going to fire the 
 town with another Helen ? 
 
 BETTER. On my life, no. 
 
 HAYNES. Come, you managers are so close. Have you 
 no wonder ? No speaking doll from France ? No new 
 treble from Italy ? Have you shipped no unicorn set no 
 bird-trap for the phoenix ? 
 
 BETTER. 'Twixt ourselves, Davenant is about to cut down, 
 and put music to Othello, to make it pass for a night or two. 
 
 HAYNES. Music to Othello, cut down ! I see ; he takes 
 away the golden wires of Apollo, and puts in their place 
 his own cat-gut. 
 
 BETTER. Nay, Davenant has improved Shakspeare; in 
 fact, made some of the bard's plays his own. 
 
 HAYNES. Yes ; as the grand Turk makes prisoners his 
 own by mutilation. But have you no new actress ? 
 Come, there's the syren in this house ? 
 
 BETTER. She! phoo raw, quite raw ! 
 
 HAYNES. Hang it ! 'tis said she's very beautiful. 
 
 BETTER. Humph. 
 
 HAYNES. And sings like 
 
 BETTER. All women sing, good morning. 
 
 HAYNES. You'll repent your judgment. 
 
 BETTER. 'Tis the cry of every one I refuse : repentance 
 with me, as with yourself, Joe, is late coming ; for I have 
 had no qualms as yet. Farewell, Joe ; and, hark ye, have 
 pity on the poor actors, and eschew hanging. 
 
 HAYNES. But if I persist, I shall at least have at my 
 execution, what hath long been a rarity at the Duke's play- 
 house. 
 
6 NELL GWYNXE. 
 
 BETTER. What's that? 
 
 HAYNES. A full audience. 
 
 BETTER. A merry one, I warrant. 
 
 HAYNES. Not so ; my death, like your comedies, will 
 raise the price of pocket-handkerchiefs. 
 
 BETTER. Farewell, mad Joe. 
 
 HAYNES Farewell, reasonable Tom. (Exit BETTERTON.) 
 And now, if it be possible, to get an interview with 
 Mistress Nelly. (Exit.) 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 The Shew -room in the house of MADAME CHARRETT, Milli- 
 ner, Covent Garden : gowns, boddices, and various articles 
 of female dress displayed on stands. 
 
 Discovered, KING CHARLES sitting, looking off into another 
 room; he is plainly habited. SIR CHARLES BERKELEY 
 waiting. 
 
 CHAR. Well done, Madame Charrett ! That's the 
 tenth letter exchanged within half the number of minutes. 
 Why, Berkeley, this is no milliner's, but the post-office. 
 
 BERK. Madame's establishment combines the two. 1 
 told your majesty, that 
 
 CHAR. Softly, Berkeley ; milliners have ears. (Looking 
 out) Look there ! another ! Didst ever see so insidious a 
 bit of paper ? Sealed with a stag I warrant me. Bravo ! 
 another ! That's from a courtier ; long, narrow and scented; 
 a very musk-rat of epistles. That's from an alderman's 
 wife ; with wax enough on't for the privy seal. If the sta- 
 tioners' company do not give Madame Charrett their freedom 
 commerce is dead to gratitude. 
 
NELL G WYNNE. 7 
 
 BERK. Your majesty, as I live there's Ned Kynaston, 
 the actor ! 
 
 CHAR. And there ! yes he the rope-dancer ! Od's 
 fish ! his name ? Jacob Hall ! Ha ! ha ! 
 
 BERK. And letters for each ! 
 
 CHAR. A golden Jacob, now, to know the writers ! 
 
 BERK. Some dry-salter's wife. 
 
 CHAR. Tut, man ! I'll be sworn maids of honour at the 
 least, (they rise) 'Twas but last week I met a certain young 
 countess in the Mall ; she had in her coach, as she said, a 
 country maiden, a poor curate's daughter, all bashfulness 
 and blushes. As we talked, up came my lady's short sighted 
 lord : to him she told the self-same story ; when his lordship 
 said he had ever loved the clergy ; chucked the fluttering 
 damsel under the chin, and went his way to play a match 
 at bowls. Now, who dost think the maiden really was ? 
 
 BERK. A curate's daughter. 
 
 CHAR. Ned Kynaston, the actor, fresh from the play- 
 house, drest in his woman's clothes ! Ha ! ha ! Why, who 
 comes here ? 
 
 BERK. 'Tis the old counsellor. 
 
 CHAR. Old, indeed ; where has he left his scythe and 
 hour-glass ? 
 
 BERK. Madame's house, as I told your majesty, is an 
 office for stray doves. The counsellor comes, as I hear, to 
 learn about a runaway, a pretty wench. 
 
 CHAR. A pretty wench ? 
 
 BERK. One Nell Gwynne. 
 
 CHAR. Nell Gwynne ! and who is she ? 
 
 BERK. A girl, 'tis said, of wit and spirit, who took fright 
 at the counsellor's wrinkles ; ran from the man of law as 
 from a Russian frost. Your majesty shall see some sport. 
 
8 NELL G WYNNE. 
 
 CHAR, If the knave do not know me ? 
 
 BERK. But condescend to remain my cousin, new from 
 the country for the tale has served with Madame Charrett 
 and we may outface his knowledge even if he have any. 
 
 (Enter COUNSELLOR CROWSFOOT from back.) 
 Good morning, counsellor. 
 
 CROWS, {aside.) Sparks here ! 
 
 CHAR. Is't not a shame ? 
 
 CROWS. Shame ! What's a shame ? 
 
 CHAR. That Nestor still should have a tooth for sugar- 
 plums ? Have you found her, sir ; or has poor Madame 
 Charrett been led astray by a false description ? Were 
 her eyes meltingly blue? 
 
 BERK. Or piercingly black ? 
 
 CHAR. Or had she one or two ? 
 
 BERK. Did her locks shame the raven's wing ? 
 
 CHAR. Or the robin's throat ? 
 
 BERK. Did she swim like Venus ? 
 
 CHAR. Or limp like her spouse? Or, after all, art cer- 
 tain 'tis really a woman whom you seek ? 
 
 CROWS. Humph ! a grave man cannot enter a house for 
 business 
 
 BERK. Business ! Oh, a suit at law for Madame Char- 
 rett ! 
 
 CHAR. Some one hath libelled the milliner's last new 
 skirt, or pirated the architecture of the pocket-holes ! 
 Business with the milliner ! Come, Rhadamanthus, what 
 business ? 
 
 CROWS. Cannot give an order for a few ruffles and neck- 
 bands 
 
 BERK. Certainly, ruffles and neck-bands ! 
 
 CHAR. Yes, the counsellor looks as though his errand was 
 
NELL G WYNNE. 9 
 
 for muslin. (aside to BERK.) I hear the rustling of a petti- 
 coat. Can it be to old Bracton here ? let's watch. 
 
 BERK. Counsellor, may you one clay be lord chancellor ! 
 
 CHAR. And so, exercise a care for widows and orphans ! 
 that is for ruffles and neck-bands ! 
 
 (CHARLES and BERKELEY retire at back]. 
 
 CROWS. Coxcombs! Sugar-sops! They're gone, though. 
 The milliner takes my money, and gives me nought but 
 promises. Hang the girl ! To slip through my fingers, 
 when I thought she would relent; to be gulled at my age ! 
 Madame Charrett promised to come said she had 
 
 (NELL GWYNNE without). 
 Very well, madam ; I'll just take one peep, at the silks ! 
 
 CROWS. Why, it is Nelly ! As I am a lawyer, her very 
 voice takes forty years from my back ! Stay she sha'n't 
 see me at first, lest she fly off again. This gown may serve 
 me ; oh ! Nelly, Nelly ! (CROWSFOOT hides himself be- 
 hind one of the gowns, which he wraps about him.) 
 (Enter NELL G WYNNE/TOW back.) 
 
 NELL. Dear heart ! why what a world of silk and 
 lace ! How beautiful ! If it isn't enough to turn's one head 
 to look at it. But I mus'n't stop. No ! Mr. Betterton 
 gave me no hopes ; and now, nothing is left me but the 
 play and the orange-basket Well, that with honesty 
 and my good spirits may serve me yet; for I have a 
 thought that I shall yet surprize 'em that I shall yet shine 
 upon the stage that I shall (turning to gown which hides 
 the counsellor) why, bless me ! what a pretty gown ! 
 Now, if I had money, this gown, above all other gowns I'd 
 buy ; what a damask ! what a a flow of skirt ! How I 
 should love this gown ! 
 
 CROWS. (Discovering himself). You shall have the gown ! 
 
10 NELL G WYNNE. 
 
 NELL. Ha ! (Screaming, and running away.} 
 
 CROWS. Don't I tell you, you shall have the gown ? 
 
 NELL. Yes, sir, but then it must be without the lining. 
 
 CROWS. Now, Nelly, let me plead 
 
 NELL. Nay, if you're for pleading, put the gown on 
 again. I'm sure 'tis fitter for you than your own. 
 
 CROWS. Nelly, Nelly, art not shocked to look at me ? 
 
 NELL. Oh ! sir, I always was. 
 
 CROWS. Why didst run away from the lady ? 
 
 NELL. Because I could not honestly listen to the gen- 
 tleman. 
 
 CROWS. Come, thou hast known me long and must love 
 me. 
 
 NELL. La, sir ! I've known the giants at Guildhall 
 still longer, yet care not a pin about 'em. 
 
 CROWS. Giants, my dear, I am no giant. 
 
 NELL. No, sir ! 
 
 CROWS. I I confess I'm not in the veriest flower of 
 my days : what then ? Still I am gay and flourishing 
 green and cheerful like the holly at Christmas. 
 
 NELL. To be sure, sir, and the holly is very well ; but 
 I I prefer the misletoe. 
 
 CROWS. A challenge to battle ! 
 
 NELL. Not to you. Your age exempts you from ser- 
 vice. 
 
 CROWS. Now, Nelly, thou wouldst not throw my years 
 in my face ? 
 
 NELL. Why should I ? Are they not there already. 
 
 CROWS. Hast thou no gratitude? and is not love the 
 same? 
 
 NELL. Oh, dear no ! Gratitude's a snow-ball ; love's a 
 fire; make 'em meet and they kill one another. 
 
NELL GWYNNEl 11 
 
 CROWS. Now, Nelly ! (taking her hand.) Dear Nelly 
 od's life ! I do doat to look in your eyes. 
 
 NELL. It says much for your courage. 
 
 CROWS. How, love ? how ? 
 
 NELL. Because you must see yourself there. 
 
 CROWS. Come, where hast been, Nelly ? Unprotected in 
 this wicked town ? Thou shouldst not be alone. 
 
 NELL. I've thought so some time, sir. 
 
 CROWS. Thou'rt a lily that needs support. What think 
 you of a husband ? 
 
 NELL. Think sir ? (aside). Now I'll teaze him. 
 Why, a good husband above all things 
 
 CROWS. Yes ! yes ! 
 
 NELL. But good husbands are so scarce. 
 
 CROWS. You may light on a husband kind good. 
 
 NELL. I am sure of that. 
 
 CROWS. What then ? after all, 'tis a match ? You have 
 found the man ? 
 
 NELL. Yes, sir ; and married him last week. 
 
 CROWS. Married ! 
 
 NELL. 'Twas such a thing to be unprotected in this 
 wicked town. 
 
 CROWS. Last week ! 
 
 NELL. And being a lily, needing support, I took for 
 a prop 
 
 CROWS. The furies ! 
 
 NELL. A handsome young mercer of Bishopsgate. 
 
 CROWS. Come, you jest, Nelly ; let me beg see me on 
 
 my knees, asking for 
 
 (CHARLES and BERKELEY come down). 
 
 CHAR. Ruffles and neck-bands ! Thou piece of jaun- 
 diced parchment! thou antique edition of the criminal laws! 
 
 CROWS. Sirrah ! this abuse the law ! 
 
12 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 CHAR. You say well, the law ! Doctors' commons, sir ! 
 BERK. A man of your cloth and years ! 
 CHAR. With my own wife too ! 
 
 NELI " (Wife! 
 CROWS. ) 
 
 CHAR. I am her injured husband. Can you deny it? 
 
 CROWS. I know not as for husband; certainly, you look 
 the mercer. 
 
 CHAR. See I do not furnish you with a neckband. And 
 you, Nelly ! Oh Nelly ! Nelly ! 
 
 NELL, (aside). Hang the fellow ! his impudence is 
 charming. 
 
 CHAR. After one week ! What will they say of us in 
 Bishopsgate- without ? with such a leaf of black-letter too? 
 Old, torn and dog's-eared ? 
 
 BERK. A title page of the statutes with nothing left but 
 the date ? 
 
 CHAR. A collection of flaws, and each one fatal to a 
 suit in love ! But come, Nelly, let's kiss and be friends 
 we'll go home. 
 
 NELL. Home! (aside). Well, let me get from my old 
 persecutor, I warrant me, I'll trick my new gallant. As 
 you will, love; I came to Madame Charrett's about the 
 the rose-coloured satin. What is to be the price, dear ? 
 
 CHAR. Why, when madame deals, cost price. (CROWS- 
 FOOT approaches.) Old gentleman, freeze in one spot ; or by 
 the honour of the mercers' company, I'll send you to prac- 
 tise in the courts below ! 
 
 CROWS. But, Nelly ! can it be ? 
 
 CHAR. Doubt, and thou diest. Nelly ! (introducing her) 
 Mistress Ellen Tissue of the the 
 
 NELL. Golden Lamb ! 
 
NELL G WYNNE. 13 
 
 CHAR. Bishopsgate- without! Velvets, new from Genoa, 
 lace, from France, and 
 
 NELL. Ruffles and neckbands at the lowest charge. 
 
 CHAR. (To CROWSFOOT who follows}. Back, old Parr! 
 " Gregory (to BERKELEY), out with thy blade !" If that Ice- 
 lander 
 
 CROWS. Icelander ! 
 
 CHAR. Move a foot, like a good citizen, cry, Domine, 
 dirige nos ! and make thy sword hilts knock against his 
 short ribs. (Exit with NELLY.) 
 
 CROWS. But it's a lie I know it's a lie ! 
 
 BERK. What! A lie to a liveryman! (drawing). 'Twould 
 make the dagger leap from the city arms ! 
 
 CROWS. I am a lawyer and a counsellor ! 
 
 BERK. Be moderate ; seek not to add to their great 
 profits the trade of sheep-stealer. 
 
 CROWS. Sheep-stealer ! 
 
 BERK. Touch not our golden lamb ! As a counsellor, 
 thou mayest in time hope to carry off the woolsack ; but 
 lay no finger on the fleecy hosiery of Bishopsgate-without. 
 Back, back, I say ! (Exit BERKELEY, CROWSFOOT/O//OWZW^. 
 
 SCENE III. 
 Exterior of Drury-Lane Theatre in 1667- 
 
 Enter CHARLES. 
 
 CHAR. Od's fish ! she didn't sink through the earth, or 
 take flight over the house tops; yet, as I'm a Christian king, 
 know I not how or where the baggage went. What an eye 
 she has ! the pair worth the crown jewels. I must put 
 Berkeley on the scent. 
 
14 NELL G WYNNE. 
 
 (Enter BERKELEY.) 
 That girl did she pass you ? 
 
 BERK. What! escaped, your majesty ? 
 
 CHAR. No hawk could be more certain of its swoop than 
 I, when she glided through my hands like quicksilver, 
 and left me to look at where she stood. Berkeley, you must 
 find her. 
 
 BERK. A few golden words, your majesty, to Madame 
 Charrett, and the game is ours. I left the old counsellor 
 swearing most devoutly for revenge. It seems he would fain 
 marry Nelly in earnest. 
 
 CHAR. That would be revenge indeed. Be it our pater- 
 nal care to stay such vengeance. To the milliner's, Berkeley. 
 You will find me in the Play-house. Is not this one of 
 the rogues ? 
 
 BERK. One of your majesty's most impudent servants, 
 Joseph Haynes. 
 
 (Enter HAYNES.) 
 
 CHAR. What, Joe ! hast a holiday to day ? 
 
 HAYNES. Your majesty 
 
 CHAR. Hush, man ! Let my majesty rest with your 
 modesty. Why art not playing the fool inside ? 
 
 HAYNKS. Sir, I have become serious, and been turned 
 from the troop. 
 
 CHAR. Serious, varlet! what, your tailor cries out for 
 payment, and the mistress of the Roebuck points to the 
 score ? 
 
 HAYNKS. For the tailor, sir, he is nought. Morality 
 forbids me to pay him. 
 
 CHAR. Aye, how so ? 
 
 HAYNES. Tailors were brought into the world by sin : ergo, 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 15 
 
 to pay a tailor, is to respect the origin of tailors. A tailor 
 I never pay. 
 
 CHAR. A sound, doctrinal reason. What is acted here 
 to-day ? 
 
 HAYNES. Something of Dryden's, your majesty ; as full 
 of heroics, as its dedication is full of 
 
 CHAR. Lies. (To BERKELEY.) Poor John ! he soars and 
 natters with equal genius. Such poets are like the snake in 
 the Indian mythology ; they not only fly but creep. Learn 
 directly why this fellow has been discharged, and let me 
 know. Berkeley, be vigilant; I shall wait for you. (Exit. 
 
 BERK. Call on me to-morrow, and I will hear your story. 
 
 HAYNES. If it shall please your lordship, now. Tis 
 easily told. 
 
 BERK. But not heard. To-morrow, or next day or 
 next week. 
 
 HAYNES. His majesty said directly. 
 
 BERK. Which, translated from the vulgar, means one's 
 easiest leisure. (Exit.) 
 
 HAYNES. Even so. Yet 'twill be a rare triumph over 
 manager Hart, to go back under the royal seal ; ticketted 
 from Whitehall. Now to Lord Buckhurst ; yet with poor 
 liopes. Nelly was not to be seen ; had left the house ; fol- 
 lowed, it may be, turnspit Betterton. (Retires.) 
 Enter CROWSFOOT. 
 
 CROWS. A great thought ! ha, ha ! 
 
 HAYNES. (Aside.) Here's a lawyer merry alack ! for his 
 clients. 
 
 CROWS. Let me see ; four or five sturdy fellows, with a 
 cool head to direct 'em ; a trustworthy (HAYNES comes 
 down) What ! Joe Haynes of the King's ? 
 
 HAYNES. Late of that establishment, Counsellor Crowsfoot. 
 
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16 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 CROWS. Late ! 
 
 HAYNES. Late, sir. I am destitute. If necessity, and 
 not Joe Haynes, pick a pocket, I hope I may find a friend 
 at the sessions ? 
 
 CROWS. (Aside.) He's the very man. Joe, in all thy 
 pranks, didst ever commit a robbery ? 
 
 HAYNES. Never. Yet I have quick natural parts, and 
 (bowing) with an example before me, I might flourish. 
 
 CROWS. I mean, didst thou ever steal a woman ? 
 
 HAYNES. Steal! bless you, the dear creatures never re- 
 duced me to that extremity. Yet if a valued friend 
 
 CROWS. Listen. A mad wench, whom I want to send 
 back to her relations friends of mine, in the country is at 
 the play-house here, as a fruit-girl. 
 
 HAYNES. It isn't Orange Moll ? 
 
 CROWS. Orange Moll ! pshaw ! 
 
 HAYNES. To carry her off would take a troop of horse, 
 with extra trumpets to drown her screams. 
 
 CROWS. That virago ! Will you undertake the job ? 
 
 HAYNES. Alone? 
 
 CROWS. No, with four or five stout hands, if you know 
 such ? 
 
 HAYNES. I do. 
 
 CROWS. And trusty ? 
 
 HAYNES. They bear certificates. 
 
 CROWS. Certificates! 
 
 HAYNES. Wounds got in the service. They've tasted 
 steel of every kind, from a duke's rapier to a 'prentice's 
 cheese-knife. 
 
 CROWS. Secure the girl I promise twenty pounds. 
 
 HAYNES. 'Tis scarce enough. I've known a beating with 
 a poor cudgel fetch five. Indeed, five is the standard price. 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 17 
 
 Sir Charles Sedley gave it to the gentlemen who licked 
 Ned Kynaston for wearing clothes of the baronet's cut. 
 Five's the market terms. 
 
 CROWS. And how, as in some cases, if the party's ears 
 are cropped and his nose slit ? 
 
 HAYNES. Nay, when gentlemen come to extras, 'tis left 
 to their own delicate sense of honour. Well, I'll take your 
 twenty pounds. Now, counsellor, you must confide. 
 What's the girl's name ? 
 
 CROWS. Ellen; Ellen Gwynne. 
 
 HAYNES. (Aside.) So so this is Mrs. Snowdrop's 
 lawyer-man ! And you'd send her to her relations? Where 
 may they live ? 
 
 CROWS. Oh Shropshire! 
 
 HAYNES. And the town ? Nay, mutual confidence. 
 Shropshire ; but the town ? 
 
 CROWS. Shrewsbury. I'll be at hand to point her out. 
 
 HAYNES. Are you sure she goes as a fruit-girl ? 
 
 CROWS. Certain. I've just had the news from the milliner 
 who finds the dress. When you have secured the wench 
 
 HAYNES. We'll bring her to the Temple to your 
 chambers. 
 
 CROWS. Not for the world ! I've a consultation there 
 about a case in the Ecclesiastical Court. Take her to to 
 the Mitre Tavern ; my clerk shall be there with the money. 
 
 HAYNES. The Mitre Tavern ? 
 
 CROWS. Yes ; the landlord's my client. Besides, the 
 Shropshire waggon passes the house, and can take the girl 
 up. (Going.) 
 
 HAYNES. But you'll come to the theatre ? 
 
 CROWS. I'll be there straight. The Mitre Tavern -I shall 
 expect you. (Exit.) 
 
18 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 HAYNES. You shall expect me. Now, to earn twenty 
 pounds cheat a counsellor and serve my Lord Buckhurst. 
 (Exit.} 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 Interior of Drury-Lane Theatre. The stage forms a space 
 at the back of the Pit. A man discovered lighting the 
 candles. 
 
 Enter MAJOR MOHUN AND HART. 
 
 MOH. Upon my life, Hart, something must be done. 
 
 HART. Well, Mohun, isn't there our new play to-mor- 
 row, " The Conquest of Grenada ?" That must take the 
 town and, Major, we have hit upon a thought for the pro- 
 logue, enough of itself to fill a pit. 
 
 MOH. I had a thought too. What say you if we could 
 get back Goodman ? 
 
 HART. What ! after he has turned highwayman ? 
 
 MOH. That's it : he's quite the fashion. Get him to give 
 the prologue, and advertize that he will appear with the 
 identical pistols with which he robbed the money-broker at 
 Finchley. Depend on't, the pistols would do more than the 
 heroic verse. 
 
 HART. My plan is to have a fling at the other house. 
 Nokes has lately drawn the town, and with what ? For- 
 sooth, a huge, broad-brimmed hat ! Now, we'll have a hat 
 big as a coach wheel ; and in that hat the prologue shall be 
 spoken. Here it is. 
 
 MOH. Why not get Joe Haynes to speak it ? 
 
 HART. Haynes ! That rogue is the disgrace of our 
 calling. (Enter first party of visitors to the Theatre.) 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 19 
 
 MOH. Well, Charles, take your own way. So ! the folks 
 are dropping in. 
 
 HART. As neither you nor I act to-day, suppose we stop 
 here, and, like thrifty managers, puff our new play among 
 the audience for to-morrow ? 
 
 ORANGE MOLL, {without.'} Oranges, sweet ladies ! 
 Oranges, dear gentlemen ! 
 
 MOH. There's Orange Molly's gentle voice. How they 
 swarm about the beldam's basket ! 
 {Enter ORANGE MOX-L, with orange basket, visitors follow, and 
 
 continue at intervals to come in, with other Orange Girls.) 
 
 MOLL. Oranges ! The true Seville by my virtue ! Buy, 
 buy, my golden Spaniards ! Never look, but taste, sweet 
 gentlemen ! Fair maidens, buy, and many husbands to you ! 
 Come, cavaliers, have none of you a Carolus ? Major Mo- 
 hun, a good house to you ! Lovely virgins, make your 
 sweethearts buy, or never say yes for a twelvemonth! 
 Charles Hart, your servant. Will nobody buy my Don 
 Spaniards? Never look as though they were crabs ! All 
 sweet! sweet! sweet! Balls of honey! balls of honey! as 
 I'm an honest woman ! Will nobody buy of Orange Mary ? 
 
 HART. Mary Ha! ha! 
 
 MOH. ( To HART.) I've known her plain Moll these five- 
 and-twenty years. 
 
 MOLL. If you have, Major Mohun, keep it to yourself : 
 don't disgrace me with the acquaintance before company. 
 Buy my oranges ! 
 
 HART. Why, here comes Betterton. 
 Enter BETTERTON. 
 
 MOLL. Yes ; Manager Betterton, of the Duke's of the 
 Duke's ! He is a gentleman. , 
 
 HART. What, Betterton 1 Come to spy or to steal ? 
 
 D3 
 
20 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 MOLL. Steal ! There's little good he could steal here ! 
 No not even if he was to run off with the managers. 
 
 HART. (To MOLL.) The foul fiend's in your tongue. Will 
 you be still ? 
 
 MOLL. As still as Charles Hart's conscience when he has 
 done cruel murder. 
 
 BETTER, Why, when does he murder, Moll ? 
 
 MOLL. Whenever he goes upon the stage, when does he 
 not ? And doesn't Charles Hart crow about his family ? A 
 descent from Shakspeare ! He may say, descent: from 
 every thing to nothing and a little lower ! 
 
 MOH. Molly, be silent. 
 
 MOLL. As silent as little Major Mohun, when the round- 
 heads broke into the playhouse, and Molly smuggled him 
 out in her basket, under the oranges. To be sure that was 
 no great matter ; for who could tell his lily face from one of 
 these ? (Holding up an orange.} See ; between my finger and 
 thumb, here's the little Major ! Foul fiend ! Whoop ! I'll 
 have revenge ! 
 
 HART. Why, what wilt do Molly ? 
 
 MOLL. Do! do! I'll (curtseying to BETTERTON) go to 
 the other house. 
 
 BETTER. Out, you slut ! 
 (Enter CHARLES and BERKELEY they mix with the visitors.) 
 
 MOLL. Slut ! I was never slut nor spit at Whitehall. 
 No, nor ever basted from the kitchen for embezzling sops 
 in the pan. Slut ! Rogues ! I'll write your lives and give 
 'em to the pamphlet-sellers ! Buy my oranges ! Buy my 
 little yellow majors ! Slut ! 
 
 CHAR. (Aside to BERKELEY.) The wench is not here. 
 Art sure the milliner is true ? 
 
 BERK. My life on't. The girl was to be here with an 
 orange basket. 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 21 
 
 MOLL. (Coming down to CHARLES.) Buy my oranges 
 buy (aside.} His Christian majesty, for all his plain clothes ! 
 Buy my Spaniards ! Near neighbours of our blessed queen : 
 buy, or you do not love her majesty. 
 
 CHAR. A plague on this sybil ! (to BERKELEY.) Charles, 
 get her off. (BERKELEY engages MOLL. HART and MOHUN 
 come down.} 
 
 HART. His majesty ! 
 
 CHAR. Not a word. It is my pleasure to remain un- 
 known : see I am not intruded on. (To MAJOR.) So, my little 
 Mohun, you have something new to-morrow, is it not so ? 
 
 MOH. " The Conquest of Grenada," so please your 
 
 CHAR. We shall attend : aye, and in state. Her majesty 
 may, perhaps, accompany us. 
 
 MOLL. (Coming down with BERKELEY to CHARLES.) I'll 
 be judged, if you're no cavalier, but a roundhead. I'll take 
 this sweet gentleman for my witness ! What ! grudge six- 
 pence a piece for my Spaniards ? Sixpence for the neigh- 
 bours of her blessed majesty ? 
 
 NELL GWYNNE sings without. <( Buy oranges." 
 
 BERK. (To CHARLES.) Madame Charrett is true, 'tis she. 
 Enter NELL GWYNNE, as Orange Girl, with orange basket. 
 She carries a mask. 
 
 NELL. (Sings.) <e Buy oranges !" Ladies and cavaliers, 
 vouchsafe to look at my basket ! Maidens, ripen my fruit 
 with your glances : buy my oranges, as bright as hope, and 
 as sweet as courtship. Though they look as hard as gold, 
 they'll melt in the mouth like a lover's promise. Their 
 juice is syrup, and their coats as thin as a poet's. Buy, gen- 
 tlemen ; or I'll vow that, being jealous, you hate yellow 
 even in an orange. (Goes up.) 
 
 MOLL. What pert minikin's this, with its lavender slip- 
 slop ? 
 
22 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 BETTER. (Aside.) It is I'd swear to her face the very 
 girl! 
 
 CHAR. (Coming down with NELLY.) And have your 
 oranges really all these virtues ? 
 
 NELL. (Aside.) So, my gallant mercer. All, and a thou- 
 sand more ; there's nothing good that may not be said of 
 the orange. It sets special examples to elder brothers, 
 misers, and young travellers 
 
 CHAR. Aye ? What example to elder brothers ? 
 
 NELL. This j though of full age, it dwells quietly on the 
 same branch with bud and blossom. 
 
 CHAR. What doth it teach misers ? 
 
 NELL. That golden coats should cover melting hearts. 
 
 CHAR. And, lastly, what may the young traveller learn of 
 your orange ? 
 
 NELL. This much ; that he is shipped when green, that 
 he may ripen on the voyage. 
 
 CHAR. Prettily lectured. 
 
 MOLL. Prettily ! well, before I'd talk such snip-snip, as 
 though my mouth was a button-hole cut in French muslin, 
 I'd go in mourning for my tongue, and sew up my lips with 
 black worsted ! 
 
 HART. (To MOLL.) Silence, Sycorax ! (ToMoHUN.) This 
 is the girl for our prologue. 
 
 BETTER. (Aside.) The king seems dazzled with this 
 wench. I must secure her for the Duke's. 
 
 NELL. But, gentlemen; fair gentlemen ; will no one 
 lighten my basket ? Buy my oranges ! 
 
 SONG.-NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 Buy oranges ! No better sold, 
 
 New brought in Spanish ships ; 
 As yellow bright as minted gold, 
 
 As sweet as ladies' lips. 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 23 
 
 Come, maidens, buy ; nor judge my fruit 
 
 From beauty's bait the skin ; 
 Nor think like fops, with gaudy suit, 
 
 They're dull and crude within. 
 
 Buy oranges ! 
 
 Buy oranges ! Buy courtiers, pray, 
 
 And as ye drain their juice, 
 Then, cast the poor outside away, 
 
 A thing that's serv'd its use ; . 
 Why, courtier, pause ; this truth translate, 
 
 Imprinted in the rind ; 
 However gay the courtier's state, 
 
 'Tis yet of orange kind. 
 
 Buy oranges ! 
 
 Buy oranges ! Coquetting fair, 
 
 A sweet reproach come buy ; 
 And, as the fruit ye slice and share, 
 
 Remember with a sigh 
 A heart divided needs must cast 
 
 The faith which is its soul ; 
 If, maidens, ye would have it last, 
 
 Give none if not the whole. 
 
 Buy oranges ! 
 
 (The by-standers applaud.) 
 
 MOLL. Well, ladies, (to orange girls) if we are to be 
 squealed out of our calling by an interloper ! (Imitating 
 NELL.) "Buy oranges! Buy oranges!" (All go up.} 
 Enter CROWSFOOT. 
 
 NELL. (Going towards him.) Buy my (hiding face with 
 mask.) The counsellor ! 
 
 CROWS. Stay, my pretty dear ; I want to deal with you. 
 I want to buy 
 
 NELL. Ruffles, or 
 
 CHAR. (Coming down.) Neckbands? 
 
 CROWS. These jackanapes again! (aside.) Where's 
 Haynes ? 
 
24 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 BERK. {Urging him away.) Counsellor counsellor I've 
 a suit for you, counsellor. 
 
 CROWS. I want no suit at my chambers, I 
 
 BERK. Nay, sir, life and death are on't. 
 
 CROWS. If 'twere your hanging, I wouldn't budge. If 
 you were the king himself I wouldn't move. 
 
 BERK. And if you were the lord chief justice, you 
 shouldn't stay. 
 
 CROWS. An assault I'll indict ! 
 
 BERK. Indict, but come, {forces him off.) 
 
 NELL. {Aside.) Now, to make my escape. 
 
 HART. {Following NELL.) If you would but step this 
 way 
 
 BETTER. {To NELL.) Permit me again to wait upon you. 
 
 MOH. Mr. Hart and myself are desirous 
 
 BETTER. Nay, sirs, but I have the first claim. 
 
 HART. ) {Keeping BETTERTON/rora NELL.) Mr. Bet- 
 
 MOH. \ terton ! Mr. Betterton ! 
 
 NELL. Lud, gentlemen ! have you found such a jewel, 
 that you must quarrel about it ? 
 
 MOLL. A jewel! A thing for candle-light ; else 'twou'dn't 
 have a shade like this ! (snatching mask from NELL'S hand. 
 To orange girls.) Here, ladies ! here's a toy for an orange 
 girl ! Minx ! {imitates NELL) " Buy oranges !" 
 
 NELL. {To CHARLES.) Oh, save me from her tongue ! 
 
 CHAR. Trust yourself, my little Pomona, to me : this 
 will take us behind the scenes. Mohun, lead the way. 
 Nay, come ; or that she-devil will raise the house. 
 
 NELL. Any where, for in truth I fear her nails. (Exit 
 with CHARLES and MOHUN.) 
 
 HART, (to MOLL.) Art not ashamed to rate the young 
 woman ? 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 25 
 
 MOLL. Woman ! A chit ! a baby face ! If she's a woman, 
 what am I ? 
 
 Enter BOY. 
 
 BOY. (to HART.) Sir, it's the time. Shall the music begin ? 
 
 HART. I am coming. This girl must be ours. Come, 
 Betterton. 
 
 BETTER, (aside) What a fool was I to miss her ! (Bell 
 rings and music is heard behind the scenes.) 
 
 (Exit with HART.) 
 
 MOLL. A woman, forsooth ! Why, look ye, ladies ; if a 
 mask's to make the difference, let us all be as black as Sand- 
 ford's perriwig. (puts mask to her face and walks about imi- 
 tating NELL.) 
 
 Enter HAYNES. 
 
 HAYNES. The counsellor says, she wears a mask eh? 
 (sees MOLL) Here she is (advancing and making signs to her). 
 My love ! I bear a message from a lord a nobleman 
 who 
 
 MOLL, (aside.) He takes me for that doll ! A lord ! no 
 wonder they called her Pomona. I'll trick her now. 
 
 HAYNES. (advancing to her.) Put your arm through mine 
 Don't tremble, you are with an honourable gentleman. 
 Music heard behind the scenes. 
 
 MOLL. I I 
 
 HAYNES. Not a word. They're going to begin the play. 
 Hark ! the music. Let us steal away quietly. Don't 
 flutter softly softly (aside.) and now for the Mitre and 
 the twenty pounds. (HAYNES leads MOLL off masked, as 
 visitors take their seats in the pit, and the music is heard in 
 orchestra. 
 
 END OP ACT I. 
 
ACT II. SCENE I. 
 
 An Apartment in the Mitre Tavern. 
 
 Discovered, NELL GWYNNE, CHARLES, and BERKELEY, at 
 
 Table. 
 
 NELL. (Rising.) No, not a minute longer. 
 
 CHAR. Nay, why wilt not take my word ? 
 
 NELL. I have taken it, and found it counterfeit. The 
 cracked coin doesn't pass a second time. 
 
 CHAR. But I promise thou shall go home. 
 
 NELL. So you promised when I left the theatre; how is 
 it that you brought me here ? 
 
 CHAR. By accident. 
 
 NELL. Accident! 
 
 CHAR. Yes; through gazing on your eyes, I somehow 
 lost my way : I was blinded by light. Is not the excuse a 
 fair one ? 
 
 NELL. No; an owl would have made as good. Farewell. 
 
 CHAR. Stay ! we must not part so. Come, Nelly ; thou 
 dost not know me. Now what dost think I am ? 
 
 NELL. By my troth you are hardly worth a guess. 
 
 CHAR. Try. What dost take me for ? 
 
 NELL. An apothecary's 'prentice with just label Latin 
 enough to tell camphor from cinnamon ? No ; your fea- 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 27 
 
 tures are not learned enough for that. A money-lender's 
 clerk ? Oh no ; that face would never get you such a place of 
 trust. A ballad-writer ? No ; for though your cheek is blank 
 enough for paper, you hav'n't quite a goose-quill look. 
 
 CHAR. Come; will my face fit no honest calling? say 
 something. 
 
 NELL,. Well then, in despair I decide. There is a 
 shallow neatness, a sort of brassy glitter in your air that I 
 know not what you are, if not a pin-maker. 
 
 CHAR. A pin-maker ! 
 
 NELL. Nay, I've known pin-makers who'd see no com- 
 pliment in the comparison. But if none of these, what are 
 you ? 
 
 CHAR. A gentleman, upon my word, a gentleman. 
 
 NELL. Is that all ? Farewell. 
 
 CHAR. What would you have ? a gentleman and a 
 soldier. 
 
 NELL. A soldier ! 
 
 CHAR. Even so. Now will you leave me ? 
 
 NELL. A soldier ! Well, I declare, this quite makes out 
 a dream I had two mornings ago. You shall hear it. 
 
 *CHAR. No dreams now : another time. 
 
 NELL. Now or never: listen. I dreamt that I was 
 riding in a fine golden coach with the king. 
 
 CHAR. With the king ! 
 
 BERK. With the king ! 
 
 NELL. You know, we do dream such strange things 
 with the king ! Well, the coach stopped ; when there came 
 up a poor old soldier without any legs or arms ; and of a 
 sudden he held out his hand 
 
 CHAR. What! without any arms? 
 
28 NELL GWrNNE. 
 
 NELL. You know, it was only in a dream. 
 
 CHAR. Yes, Nelly ; but you ought to dream according to 
 anatomy. 
 
 NELL. I say, he held out his hand ; and, telling us, that 
 he had no place to lay his old grey head upon, not a morsel 
 of bread to put into his mouth, he begged for charity, while 
 the tears came peeping into the corners of his eyes. 
 
 CHAR. Well? 
 
 NELL. I turned round to the king for, bless you, I was 
 altogether at my ease, no more afraid of him than I am of 
 you, and I said, " Charles ! " 
 
 CHAR. Charles ! 
 
 BERK. Charles ! 
 
 NELL. " Is it not a shame to let your old soldiers carry 
 about their scars as witnesses of their king's forgetfulness ? 
 is it not cruel that those who for your sake" (Uncon- 
 sciously laying her hand upon the arm of CHARLES.) 
 
 CHAR. For my sake ? 
 
 NELL. You know, I'm supposing you the king. 
 
 CHAR. Oh, aye, aye ! 
 
 NELL. " Who for your sake, have left some of their limbs 
 in a strange country, should have no resting place for the 
 limbs they have, in their own ? " 
 
 CHAR. I see the end : the king relieved the soldier, and 
 then you awoke ? 
 
 NELL. No, I didn't : for I thought the coach went on 
 towards Chelsea, and there 
 
 CHAR. Well, what happened at Chelsea ? 
 
 NELL. There, I thought I saw a beautiful building sud- 
 denly grow up from the earth ; and going in and coming 
 out of it, just like so many bees, heaps of old soldiers, with 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 29 
 
 their long red coats, and three-corner hats, and some with 
 their dear wooden legs, and all with their rough faces look- 
 ing so happy and contented, that, when I looked and 
 thought it was all my work, I felt as if I could have kissed 
 every one of 'em round ! 
 
 CHAR. When it came to that, of course you awoke ? 
 
 NELL. No, I didn't ; not until I saw a place, with my 
 picture hanging out for a sign. My head for a sign ! what 
 do you think of that ? 
 
 CHAR. Think ? I can't think of the sign with the living 
 lips before me. (She avoids him.) Nay, thou'rt a wild and 
 beautiful bird. 
 
 NELL. Aye, he must be a cunning fowler who cages me. 
 
 CHAR. I can make the bars of gold. 
 
 NELL. If you'd hold the surer, better bend one of the 
 gold bars into a ring. No other cage, no other net ; a 
 little fable hath taught me wisdom, you shall hear it. 
 
 SONG. NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 " Little bird, little bird, have a care ;" 
 
 Thus whisper'd a lark to her child ; 
 " See, the fowler is spreading his snare, 
 
 " "What makes ye thus noisy and wild ?" 
 " Good mother," the silly one cried, 
 
 Conceitedly trimming its wing, 
 " I've beauty and youth on my side, 
 
 " Hang fowlers ! I'll gambol and sing, 
 " Good mother, 
 
 " Hang fowlers! I'll gambol and sing." 
 
 " Little bird, little bird, not so near;" 
 In vain ! " Now too late you'll regret :" 
 
 For the poor little bird, dead with fear, 
 A captive is ta'en in the net. 
 
30 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 The mother then sigh'd forth this truth, 
 
 Her little one fast in the string, 
 u In prisons, what's beauty and youth ? 
 
 " Fear fowlers, nor gambol nor sing." 
 " Oh, mother ! " 
 
 " Fear fowlers, nor gambol nor sing ! ' T 
 
 CHAR. I tell thee, Nelly, I am rich, abundantly rich 
 what dost think now ? 
 
 NELL. Think ! that faces do not go with fortunes. 
 
 CHAR. Thou shalt be a queen almost ! 
 
 NELL. Almost ! Saving the coronation and a few such 
 ceremonies. 
 
 CHAR. I'll pour heaps of wealth into your lap ; thou shalt 
 be studded with diamonds; thou shalt tread on nothing 
 baser than the richest damasks ; music shall float about you ; 
 servants shall bow before you ; all things shall come with 
 your wish ! 
 
 NELL. Let me have one now in earnest of the future. 
 
 CHAR. Name it. 
 
 NELL. Home ! Home now, and the damask and music 
 afterwards. I will not be delayed, I insist 
 Enter STOCKFISH. 
 
 STOCK. What cry is this in the Mitre ? Did ye call for 
 the bill? (NELL retires up.} 
 
 CHAR. Bill ! 
 
 STOCK. Ye have feasted right lusciously, and here is the 
 account thereof. ( Gives bill to CHARLES.) 
 
 CHAR. (Aside to BERKELEY giving the bill.} Pay this 
 puritanical bag-pipe. 
 
 BERK. (Aside to CHARLES.) Your majesty, I 
 
 CHAR. Pay. Why dost not pay the knave ? 
 
 BERK. (Aside to CHARLES.) Has your majesty no money ? 
 I have one. 
 
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 CHAR. 'Sdeath, not my own likeness, even in copper. 
 {Takes bill.) Four pounds three and two-pence. 
 
 STOCK. Pullets are dear, and ye did command the choicest 
 claret. 
 
 CHAR. (Aside.) How perplexing ! ( To STOCKFISH.) You 
 see, my friend 
 
 STOCK. I do see, that thy belly hath not taken counsel of 
 thy pocket. 
 
 NELL. (Coming down.} What is all this? Oh, the bill ! 
 Well, pay the good man. (Taking bill from CHARLES.) Four 
 pounds three and two-pence. Why, 'tisn't a grain from one 
 of the heaps of gold to be poured into my lap. 
 
 CHAR. You see,, both myself and friend have forgotten 
 our purses. 
 
 NELL. If you have no money, leave as a surety one of the 
 diamonds with which I am to be studded ; a very little one 
 will serve the reckoning. 
 
 CHAR. (Aside.} I'd almost give one from my crown to be 
 well out of this ! 
 
 NELL. I'm sure the charges are most reasonable. (Read- 
 ing bill.) " Three pullets, five and fourpence." You never 
 bought them cheaper at market. " Rein-deer's tongue, 
 two and a penny. A venison pasty, three and two-pence." 
 How deer's flesh can be sold for the money, I know not ; 
 unless, indeed, 'tis stolen from one of the royal parks. 
 
 CHAR. (Aside.) In which case, certainly, the pasty should 
 come to me for nothing. 
 
 NELL. " Sugar-sops and fish, two and sixpence;" which, 
 with claret, sauce, tarts, ale, bread, and wax candles, amount 
 exactly to four pounds three and two-pence of his majesty's 
 current money. 
 
 CHAR. Certainly, of his majesty's money. (Aside.) if his 
 majesty had it. 
 
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32 NELL GWYKNE. 
 
 NELL. As they say in the play -book, " pay the Jew his 
 principal and let him go." 
 
 STOCK. I am no Jew, but a plain-going, simple- spoken, 
 guileless Christian ; nevertheless, I will go, on the receipt 
 of my principal. 
 
 NELL. (To CHARLES.) Now, my good diamond-mer- 
 chant ! 
 
 CHAR. (To STOCKFISH.) The fact is, I must make a friend 
 of you. 
 
 STOCK. Not on credit. If ye do not pay, ye shall be 
 locked up in the roundhouse forthwith. 
 
 NELL. (To CHARLES.) Give the man your place of re- 
 sidence, and let him call for the money. 
 
 STOCK. Have you a reputable place of dwelling ? 
 
 CHAR. I I (Aside to BERKELEY.) Answer for me. 
 (Goes up.) 
 
 BERK. My good fellow, never mind the dwelling. Suffer 
 my friend to depart ; I will remain in your custody until 
 the money arrives. 
 
 STOCK. May I be sure ? 
 
 CHAR. (Coming down.) Religiously sure: besides, I'll re- 
 ward you with 
 
 NELL. Diamonds richest damask and music floating 
 about him ! 
 
 STOCK. (Opening door in scene.) If ye open yonder door, 
 a passage will lead ye to my master's private room : he will 
 doubtless agree. 
 
 CHAR. Dull blockhead, why didst not say so before? 
 ( Pointing to an inner room.) That door ? 
 
 STOCK. That door ! (CHARLES and BERKELEY enter the 
 room in scene, when STOCKFISH immediately closes and locks 
 the door upon them.) 
 
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 NELL. You never mean to make prisoners ? 
 
 CHAR. (Knocking at door.) Why, drawer, that door is 
 locked ! 
 
 STOCK. Barred and bolted; and so is this. (Bolting the 
 door.} 
 
 CHAR. Varlet ! what is't ye mean to cheat us ? 
 
 STOCK. No ; I mean that ye should not cheat me. (Going.) 
 
 NELL. You will never be so barbarous you cannot ? 
 
 STOCK. lean I will! (Exit.) 
 
 NELL. (CHARLES knocks.) Patience, prisoners ; your 
 keeper is gone. 
 
 CHAR. The rascal ! I'll tear the house about his ears. 
 
 NELL. Don't begin these two minutes for then I shall 
 be out of it. 
 
 CHAR. Nelly, thou wouldst not leave me ? 
 
 NELL. Leave you ! (CROWSFOOT heard without.) The 
 counsellor again! Oh, my fate ! (To CHARLES.) I have 
 it remain quiet but for a while, and I'll release you. 
 Enter CROWSFOOT. 
 
 CROWS. She's there ! she's safe ! she's (seeing her.) 
 Nelly ! 
 
 NELL. Sir! 
 
 CROW. (Aside.) She doesn't look angry she doesn't 
 storm at being carried off ! I own I have been violent. 
 
 NELL. Have you, sir ? 
 
 CROWS. I was afraid I might have a little agitated you. 
 
 NELL. Oh dear, no, sir. You judge yourself too rashly. 
 (Aside.} What can he mean ? 
 
 CROWS. But now, now, we're alone, with not a soul to 
 
 CHAR. (Knocking at door.) Nelly, Nelly ! 
 
 CROWS. Your name who's that ? 
 
 BERK. (Knocking within.) Nelly ! 
 
34 NELL GWYN^E. 
 
 CROWS. Another ! why, they know you ! Who are they ? 
 How came they here ? Speak ! 
 
 NELL. They they came with me. 
 
 CROWS. With you ? 
 
 NELL. That is, they brought me here ; certainly, against 
 my will. 
 
 CROWS. (Aside.) Oh, I see ; they're Joe Haynes's journey- 
 men. No more of that, sweet Nelly; no reproaches. 
 
 BERK. (Knocking.) Nelly, have you got the money? 
 
 .CROWS. Money, what money ? 
 
 NELL. If you must know, money I was going to borrow 
 to pay the gentlemen's score; for which they are now 
 locked up. 
 
 CROWS. Score ! What's the amount ? 
 
 NELL. Four pounds three shillings and two-pence. Here's 
 the bill. (Giving it.) 
 
 CROWS. (Reading bill.) "Pullets, tongue, claret!" (Aside.) 
 Well, for ruffians who live by their cudgels, they've palates 
 for lords ! And you'd pay for the feast ? 
 
 NELL. I would. 
 
 CROWS. What, then, you bear no malice towards the 
 rogues ? 
 
 NELL. They deceived me, certainly ; but what's the use 
 of malice ? 
 
 CROWS. That's well : go to your room ; and, for fear you 
 should be seen, don't budge without your mask. You shall 
 pay the bill here, here's my purse. (She refuses.) What ? 
 wilt not borrow of me ? Why wilt not take my purse and 
 with it my hand and heart ? 
 
 NELL. Because the money I might repay, but for the 
 hand and heart, they must fain die creditors, 
 
 CROWS. Not so not so ! Take the purse. 
 
 BERK. (Within.) Nelly! 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 35 
 
 NELL. (Aside.) Yet there is no other way. 
 
 CROWS. Take it. 
 
 BERK. (Within.) Hast got the money ? 
 
 NELL. (Taki?ig t/ie purse.) Yes. 
 
 CROWS, And now to seal the loan one kiss one. (Ap- 
 proaches NELLY, who runs under his arms, and meets STOCK- 
 FISH.) 
 
 STOCK. Did ye call ? 
 
 NELL. The gentleman's bill is 
 
 STOCK. Four pounds three shillings and two-pence. 
 
 NELL. (Imitating STOCKFISH.) Have you written in a 
 fair, round, publican hand the receipt thereto? 
 
 STOCK. Aye ! 
 
 NELL. (Counting money into his hand.) One two three 
 four. There, then, is your money There, counsellor, is 
 your purse, what I have taken I will return. 
 
 STOCK. And here is the receipt here the key. 
 
 CROWS. Which I will hold. Come hither. (Takes STOCK- 
 FISH aside.) 
 
 NELL. (Going to door in scene.) The bill is paid ! (Going 
 to room at side.) Now, will I turn the key upon myself, 
 watch my opportunity, and then, good bye, counsellor. 
 (Exit into room on left hand.) 
 
 CROWS. (To STOCKFISH.) Fail not, but hasten the coach. 
 (Exit STOCKFISH.) Well, the feast's paid for ; the gluttonous 
 varlets ! and here's the key to let the gaol-birds fly. Nelly 
 (looking about), Oh, gone to her room ! All the better, 
 I'll 
 
 Enter JOE HAYNES. 
 
 HAYNES. So, counsellor, I've found you ! I've been run- 
 ning all over the town after you : here is the wench ! 
 Where's the twenty pounds ? Not a word, come ! 
 
36 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 CROWS. There (giving it) you have the money. 
 
 HAYNES. And in that room (pointing to door on right 
 hand.) you have the stolen goods, (listening at door.) Why, 
 bless me, she's surely asleep. Hark! you may hear her 
 s nore ! 
 
 CROWS. Snore ! you profane villain ! Begone ; stop ! 
 The money has been easily earned ? You hav'n't had much 
 trouble ? 
 
 HAYNES. No. The business was managed very quietly 
 and soberly. 
 
 CROWS. Quietly and soberly ! What, after so much 
 tongue and claret ? 
 
 HAYNES. Claret ? 
 
 CROWS. Such things your assistants have consumed ; 
 such things I have paid for ! Here's the bill ; here's the 
 receipt; (Giving them. CHARLES and BERKELEY knock 
 violently at door.) and there's your companions, knocking* 
 to get out of limbo. 
 
 HAYNES. I forswear all companions. " I am myself 
 alone !" 
 
 CROWS. If there be a blush in you, I'll bring it to your 
 face. (CHARLES knocks.) Coming, gentlemen, coming ! 
 Now, knave, own thyself exposed, for I will confront you 
 with (opens door CHARLES and BERKELEY runout.) the 
 devils that haunt me ! 
 
 CHAR, (aside to HAYNES.) Hush ! What, counsellor, 
 become gaoler at the Mitre ? 
 
 CROWS. Mercers, forsooth ! I thought they were fellows 
 who lived by cudgels and cold steel, (to HAYNES.) Above 
 all else, what fiend made you employ these ? 
 HAYNES. Employ ! Let the gentlemen speak for them- 
 selves ; did I ? 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 37 
 
 CHAR. Of course, you employed us. 
 
 CROWS, (to HAYNES.) Can you deny it now? 
 
 HAYNES. (bowing to CHARLES.) Now, certainly not. 
 
 CROWS. A supper for these I But I won't pay ! 
 
 HAYNES. You have paid. Gentlemen, acknowledge the 
 counsellor's liberality. Here {giving them to CHARLES.) is 
 the bill and here the receipt. 
 
 CHAR. Many thanks, most liberal sir! (CHARLES and 
 BERKELEY bow ceremoniously.) 
 
 CROWS. Begone, fellows, begone ; you have your hire ! 
 Share the twenty pounds and vanish ! (aside.) If they stop 
 I shall go mad. She sha'n't stir while they are here. 
 (watches room door on right hand,) 
 
 CHAR, (to HAYNES.) Hire ! Twenty pounds ! What 
 does old frailty mean ? 
 
 HAYNES. Your majesty, a simple love bargain, for carry- 
 ing off a damsel one Mistress Ellen Gwynne. I brought 
 her from the theatre, and placed her in that room. 
 
 CHAR. Tut, man ! you dream. I myself escorted pretty 
 Ellen to this house. 
 
 HAYNES. Then, your majesty, I have blundered rarely 
 for, I vow, I brought somebody. 
 
 CHAR. Ha, ha, ha ! No matter ; 'twill be all the same 
 to the counsellor. But stay; the real Nelly is somewhere 
 here he may trick us after all. 
 
 HAYNES. Never fear, your majesty ; you shall yet see 
 some sport a scene from a Shropshire comedy. 
 
 CHAR. A Shropshire comedy ! 
 
 HAYNES. A brief time will prepare the actors, and 
 then 
 
 CROWS, (comes down.) Will you never go ? 
 
38 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 CHAR. We are gone, most liberal sir ! If, at- a future 
 time, there should be another lady to carry off, 
 
 HAYNES. (shaking the bag of money.} Our terms are very 
 moderate 
 
 BERK. And secrecy inviolable. 
 
 HAYNES. Cudgelling performed in every variety, and 
 ears cropped 
 
 CHAR. With perfect satisfaction to the employer, and 
 according to the last new fashion. (Exeunt all but CROWS- 
 FOOT.) 
 
 CROWS. They're gone yes there's their last step upon 
 the staircase I'll make sure of the door, (bolts it.) Now for 
 my little prisoner, (goes to door at right hand.) Od's she has 
 locked herself in ; the dear flutterer ! Frightened, I dare 
 say. My dear my dear you may come out now. (listen- 
 ing.) Why, as that rascal said, there is a sound like snoring, 
 to be sure: but, no, it can't be. Nelly Nelly 
 (NELLY opens left hand door and is coming out, but retreats on 
 seeing CROWSFOOT she watches him from door.} She comes ! 
 I hear her timid partridge foot run along the boards. 
 
 (Enter ORANGE MOLX, masked, from right hand room.} 
 Come along, my love ! Sit down, sit down. 
 
 MOLL, (aside.} The old villain ! And is this the lord ? 
 
 CROWS. Masked ! Never mind before me put it away 
 let me look on the light. (MoLL refuses.} Well, if you 
 wont ! Why, don't you speak to me ? Come, sit sit. 
 (places two old fashioned high-backed arm chairs they sit. 
 Speak, love ! (MoLL coughs violently.} Dear heart ! What a 
 cold. Ha ! those nasty thin shoes. But I have such pre- 
 sents for you, Nelly. (MoLL coughs.} A glass of wine, 
 Nelly : here is a glass of claret and it is paid for. (Gives 
 MOLL wine she drinks. NELL creeps round to MOLL'S 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 39 
 
 chair, whilst CROWSFOOT is engaged at table MOLL seeing 
 her is about to exclaim ) 
 
 NELL, (aside to MOLL.) Hush ! You shall have all the 
 presents. (stands behind MOLL'S chair, unseen by CROWSFOOT.) 
 
 CROWS, (taking glass from MOLL.) How do you feel now ? 
 
 NELL, (from behind chair.) Another glass ! 
 
 CROWS. To be sure. (Jills and gives to MOLL, she drinks.) 
 There it revives you ? 
 
 NELL. I think it does. I'll take another. (MoLL affects 
 repugnance to NELL.) 
 
 CROWS. Well said; I like this; it shews no silly 
 squeamishness. You won't take another glass? 
 
 NELL Yes I will ; nay, you may bring the bottle. 
 
 CROWS. No, Nelly ; I can only spare another half glass. 
 There (sits) and now, Nelly, (draws his chair closer to 
 MOLL'S,) what would you ask of me, what can I do for 
 you ? Ask and have ! I'm so delighted ! Is there any 
 thing in the world you want ? Speak ! speak ! speak 
 (taking out watch.) 'Tis growing late. 
 
 NELL. That's a very pretty watch of yours, counsellor ; 
 a lady's watch, is it not ? 
 
 CROWS. My dear first wife's, rest her soul ! But 'tis 
 yours, Nelly. (Gives watch to MOLL.) 
 
 NELL. What a beautiful ring on your finger ! 
 
 CROWS. A mere nothing a mere nothing. Now,Nelly! 
 
 NELL. I never did see so pretty a ring. 
 
 CROWS. Hang it! Say no more about it! (Gives MOLL 
 the ring.) Now, Nelly ; now dove, let us talk about 
 
 NELL. The presents the presents you spoke of. 
 
 CROWS. Trifles ; a gown and let us talk. 
 
 NELL. The gown now, and then the talk. 
 
 CROWS. I obey I'll fetch them myself. (Rises, and as 
 
40 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 CROWSFOOT gets up and is crossing towards door, MOLL 
 moves the chair round so as to keep her face to him and the 
 better to hide NELL behind.} (Aside.} At the same time I can 
 hurry the coach and bear her like a conqueror off. I'll 
 fetch them I'll fetch them ! I sha'n't be long, my soul ! 
 (Exit.) 
 
 MOLL, (embracing NELL.) Kiss me, child ! Pretty dar- 
 ling ! what wit it has ! Oh, Nelly, how may one woman be 
 deceived in another ! Now, the stars pardon me my bad 
 words to you ! 
 
 NELL. I forgive them ; only tell me how you came 
 here ? 
 
 MOLL. I suffered myself to be led away in your name> 
 Oh, my dear baby ! you don't know the wickedness of this 
 town I do. I was shewn into that room, where I must 
 have fallen asleep. But how, my innocent, did you come 
 here ? 
 
 NELL. I thought I was going home, when I was cheated 
 to this place. 
 
 MOLL. Cheated ! Well, let's be friends ; though you 
 take half my orange custom at the theatre. 
 
 NELL. Never fear ; I am no longer your rival. I have 
 obtained all I ventured for ; for to-day I speak a prologue 
 at the theatre ! 
 
 MOLL. A prologue ! why, hush ! 
 
 NELL. The counsellor ! Hide, and this time leave him 
 to me. 
 
 MOLL. But, my dear angel, the gown 
 
 NELL. Gown and all shall be yours. Quick ! (MOLL 
 retires into room at right hand.) 
 
 Enter CROWSFOOT with a box fastens door. 
 
NELL GWYNNE, 41 
 
 GROWS. Here it is, Nelly ! What, (puts box down,) taken 
 off thy mask ? That's well ! 
 
 NELL. What gown can it be ? 
 
 CROWS. What gown ? The gown you admired at Ma- 
 dame Charrett's ! 
 
 NELL. Why, you have never bought it ? 
 
 CROWS. Bought it to surprise you ; and head-gear to suit. 
 Thou shalt dress like an empress, Nelly. See (taking gown 
 from box,} here's the gown ! (MoLL comes down between 
 NELLY and CROWSFOOT.) 
 
 CROWS. Here it is, be happy and take it ! 
 
 MOLL, (twitching it away.) I will ! 
 
 CROWS. In the devil's name, what witch is this ? 
 
 MOLL, (taking off her mask.) Witch ! No more a witch 
 than thou'rt conjuror. 
 
 CROWS. That hag of the pit, Orange Moll ! 
 
 MOLL. Hag ! Why, thou superannuated pounce-box ! 
 Thou piece of faded red tape ! Thou nothing made some- 
 thing by a wig ! Hag ! pah ! 
 
 CROWS. I shall go off in a spasm ! How got she here ? 
 
 MOLL. How ? And don't the blushes burn your wrinkles 
 to ask ? Wasn't I carried off? 
 
 CROWS. I I Come, Nelly, 'tis nearly the time that the 
 time what's o'clock? (looking doubtfully at NELL and 
 MOLLY.) 
 
 MOLL, (taking out watch.} Seven minutes to two, by the 
 watch of your dear first wife. 
 
 CROWS. Watch ! ring ! Robbery ! Jade, I'll hang you ! 
 I'll (violent knocking at door.) 
 
 STOCK, (without.} Counsellor counsellor ! There'll be 
 murder ! 
 
42 NELL GWYNNE 
 
 CROWS. Is Beelzebub making holiday ? What next ? 
 (NELL opens door.) 
 
 (Knocking continued. Enter STOCKFISH.) 
 
 STOCK. Flee ! flee, or ye are a dead man ! The Shrop- 
 shire waggon is come in ! 
 
 CROWS. Damn the Shropshire waggon ! What of that ? 
 
 STOCK. And in it seven stout young men, who clamour 
 and cry for you. 
 
 NELL. For the counsellor for what? 
 
 STOCK. For their sister ; whom, as they complain, he hath 
 conveyed away. 
 
 CROWS. (Aside.') Shropshire ! Can I by accident have 
 stumbled on the truth ? Why, Nelly, where are you from ? 
 
 NELL. Shropshire, sir ! 
 
 MOLL. I'm Shropshire too ! 
 
 CROWS. (To Nell.) And have you any brothers ? 
 
 NELL. Seven. 
 
 MOLL. Just my number. 
 
 STOCK. Savage and cruel they do look ; and they vow 
 wrathfully against thy bones ! 
 
 NELL. Just like 'em ; my brothers are dragons. 
 
 MOLL. So are mine ! Brother Tom once killed a butcher ! 
 
 STOCK. Some of them do carry knotted cudgels as thick 
 as my arm, and some 
 
 CROWS. Well ? 
 
 STOCK. A little thicker ! If they do find ye with their 
 sister they will slaughter ye. 
 
 NELL. (Clinging to CROWSFOOT.) But I'll never leave you. 
 
 MOLL. (Clinging to him.) No nor I never! 
 
 CROWS. (Trying to shake them off.) You shall leave me ! I 
 don't want you ! I don't know you ! (Knocking without.) 
 
 HAYNES. (Without.) We will go up we'll ha' his life ! 
 
NELL G WYNNE. 43 
 
 STOCK. What a shocking thing 'twill be 
 
 CROWS. What? 
 
 STOCK. To have a crowner's inquest in the Mitre ! 
 (Knocking continued voices without.) 
 
 VOICES. We won't be stopped we'll ha' his life ! 
 
 CROWS. Put me anywhere ! Do anything with me ! My 
 character ! My bones ! 
 
 NELL. The only chance, counsellor get into the gown ! 
 (talcing gown from box.} 
 
 CROWS. What ! turn woman ? 
 
 NELL. Or be cudgelled for a man. 
 
 CROWS. Give it to me ! Oh, that I were in the Temple ! 
 (Knocking continued whilst NELL and MOLL hastily dress 
 CROWSFOOT in gown and head-dress.} 
 
 NELL. There pull this well over your head. 
 
 MOLL. And be sure to walk pretty and tripping like one 
 of us. 
 
 NELL. Here they come (STOCKFISH whispers NELL). A 
 trick, indeed ! 
 
 (Enter J OE HAYNES, and two others disguised as peasants at 
 
 door.) 
 
 HAYNES. (Speaking, as he enters.) Giles, Dick and John 
 stay there and watch below ! 
 
 ALL. Where be he, where be he ? 
 
 HAYNES. We'll beat 'un like a sheaf o' corn. 
 
 STOCK. As I'm a man of truth he whom ye seek is not here. 
 
 ALL. Where be sister ? where be sister, then? 
 
 HAYNES. ( To NELL and MOLL.) You ben't she nor 
 Why, no (Seizing CROWSFOOT), yes, spite o' all her Lunnun 
 rags, I do know her ! Here she be ! here, brothers, be 
 poor lost Susan ! 
 
 CROWS. (Aside.) Susan! 
 
 F3 
 
4i NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 HAYNES, &c. (Shaking cudgels at CROWSFOOT.) Oh, 
 Susey Susey ! 
 
 NELL. My good people, this lady is a friend of mine ; 
 she's not your sister. 
 
 MOLL. My own cousin ! 
 
 HAYNES. (To CROWSFOOT.) Deny thine own flesh and 
 blood. (They all seize CROWSFOOT.) 
 
 CROWS. Murder ! 
 
 NELL. Mercy you'll kill the young woman! 
 Enter CHARLES and BERKELEY. 
 
 CHAR. Shame, friends ! What, cudgel a woman ? 
 (HAYNES takes off CROWSFOOT'S head-dress.) 
 
 CHAR. The counsellor ! let me congratulate you, learned 
 sir. 
 
 CROWS. Congratulate ! 
 
 CHAR. On your new silk gown. Never did promotion 
 sit so gracefully. 
 
 CROWS. ( Tearing off gown.) To be gulled robbed to 
 pay for suppers ! 
 
 CHAR. Four pounds and odd Gregory, return the 
 amount. (BERKELEY puts purse in CROWSFOOT'S hand.) 
 
 CROWS. If I could persuade her to Nelly Nelly (NELL 
 turns away). Tricked exposed (All laugh) I'll wage war 
 with all womankind I'll confine my practice to suits 
 against 'em, and spend the rest of my days in persecuting 
 the frailties of the whole sex ! Oh, woman ! woman ! 
 (runs off the party retire tip.) (MoLL sits at table, drink- 
 ing.) 
 
 NELL. Ha ! ha ! poor counsellor. Now, to make my 
 escape 
 
 CHAR. What, Nelly, art running after the lawyer ? 
 
 NELL. Indeed, you must not detain me. 
 
NELL G WYNNE. 45 
 
 CHAR. Why, then, I see it; thou'rt an antiquarian 
 in love, and art fairly taken with the last century. In truth, 
 now, where wouldst go ? 
 
 NELL. In truth, to the theatre. You'll never guess for 
 what ? I am to speak the prologue. Let me go, I pray ! 
 
 CHAR. You shall go, and I will be at the theatre too. 
 
 NELL. Yet I'm so frightened ! 
 
 CHAR. Never fear; you may see a friend there: be 
 certain, you may ; and, with such assurance, kind-hearted, 
 good-natured, sprightly Nelly, fare ye well. Fortune plays 
 a blind game, or she had taken better care of you. But, 
 courage ! I tell you, I and some friends will be at the house. 
 
 NELL. What, is't a holiday with the mercers' company? 
 
 CHAR. Nelly, if thou should' st see me, yet, seeing, miss 
 the mercer, then 
 
 NELL. Must I die for the loss? What then? 
 
 CHAR. Then, own with mighty John, that 
 
 " Princes may retire whene'er they please, 
 " And breathe free air from out their palaces ; 
 " They go sometimes unknown to shun their state, 
 " And then 'tis manners not to know or wait." 
 
 NELL. What is all this ? 
 
 CHAR. Four lines from the new play to night: mark 
 them, and learn the wisdom they advise. And so, again, 
 courage, Nelly, courage and success ! (Exeunt CHARLES 
 and BERKELEY.) 
 
 HAYNES. And now to return our dresses here to the 
 wardrobe, for again I am one of the theatre. 
 
 NELL. What! you? 
 
 HAYNES. By royal mandate from the king. Let's haste ; 
 for to day their majesties in full state do honour to Mr. Dry- 
 den's new play. 
 
46 NELL GWYNNE. 
 
 NELL. Lud a mercy ! "The Conquest of Grenada?" 
 
 HAYNES. The same. 
 
 MOLL. (Staggering forward.) Why, bless me child! 
 Thou'rt white as chalk ! 
 
 NELL. Well I may be. I have to speak the prologue ; 
 and, before the king and queen ! My gracious ! 
 
 HAYNES. What ! are you the new comer the managers 
 are mad about ? You the heroine of the great hat ? 
 
 NELL. I ! Manager Hart would make me promise. But 
 I have been so teazed ! I have hardly looked at the words. 
 What shall I do ? 
 
 HAYNES. Hope, and all will be well. It would be un- 
 charitable too severely to condemn for faults, without taking 
 some thought of the sterling goodness which mingles in and 
 lessens them. 
 
 NELL. Say you so? Why, then, good friends, come to 
 the theatre, and hear me, if there yet be time, rehearse the 
 prologue. (Exit.) 
 
 MOLL. Joseph Mr. Haynes you brought me here pray 
 take me back again. (HAYNES leads MOLL off- All exeunt.) 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 A Passage or Lobby of the King's Theatre. 
 
 Enter HART, in full dress. 
 
 HART. (Looking at watch.) If the girl, this Nell Gwynne 
 should disappoint us after all ! 
 
 Enter Major MOHUN. 
 
 MOHUN. My dear Hart, the girl is come ! Though, in- 
 deed, half dead with fear for the event. 
 
 HART. We'll have her run through the verse at once. 
 Where's Dryden? 
 
NELL GWYNNE. 47 
 
 MOHUN. He's behind, admiring the big hat; and, with 
 the prophetic fury of a poet, vows it will extinguish Nokes 
 for ever. In sober truth, 'tis a beaver for Atlas. 
 Enter JOE. HAYNES. 
 
 HART. Mr. Haynes, you are welcome once again : yet 
 mind, no more bells, Joe. But time hastens ; let us go and 
 encourage the new comer. 
 
 {Flourish of trumpets without.) 
 
 MOHUN. Their majesties ! 
 
 HART. Nay, then, we must even trust to fortune; for 
 there is no time for rehearsal. Away, gentlemen ; away, all 
 to your places ! Come, Mohun, to light the king to his 
 box. (Flourish of trumpets. Exeunt MOHUN with HART and 
 HAYNES. Trumpets and music continued, when) 
 Re-enter HART and MOHUN lighting Charles and the Queen, 
 
 with Guards, Lords, and Ladies in waiting. Attendants, 
 
 Sfc. fyc. : they cross the stage. 
 
 SCENE THE LAST. 
 
 Interior of King's Theatre. The Royal Box in which are 
 their Majesties, $c. Music, " Britons strike home." 
 
 The bell is rung, the curtain opens in the middle, and enter 
 NELL " in a broad-brimmed hat and waist belt" 
 
 NELL. " This jest was first of the other house's making ; 
 " And, five times tried, has never failed of taking : 
 " For, 'twere a shame a poet should be killed 
 
 " Under the shelter of so broad a shield 
 
 " This is that hat whose very sight did win ye 
 " To laugh and clap as though the devil were in ye; 
 kt As then for Nokes, so now I hope you'll be 
 " So dull to laugh once more for Jove of me. 
 " I'll write 
 
48 NELL GWYNXE. 
 
 (Recognizing CHARLES.) 
 What ! he the King ! the words are flown. 
 
 (Coming forward.) 
 For Dryden's syllables, pray take my own. ( ' Lefs hat fall.) 
 
 First let me ask that niceness may not halt 
 With eager eyes, to scan out every fault ; 
 And miss, with venal look, those streaks of light, 
 Which fortune only would not have more bright. 
 Of good and ill all character is made ; 
 The good accept the rest cast into shade. 
 Of some we'd shew (if so our hopes might draw,) 
 The moral amber, with nor grub nor straw ; 
 Would take away th' unseemly gnats and flies, 
 And keep the prettiness that glads all eyes : 
 This our design ; if granted, may I ask 
 Your hands and wishes for th' attempted task ? 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
AN ACT TO AMEND THE LAWS RELATING TO DRAMATIC 
 
 LITERARY PROPERTY. QlOth June, 1833.] 
 
 WHEREAS by an Act passed in the Fifty-fourth year of the Reign of 
 his late Majesty King George the Third, intituled An Act to amend 
 the several Acts for the Encouragement of Learning, by securing the 
 Copies and Copyright of printed Books to the Authors of such Books, or 
 their Assigns, it was amongst other things provided and enacted, that 
 from and after the passing of the said Act the Author of any Book or 
 Books composed, and not printed or published, or which should there- 
 after be composed and printed and published, and his Assignee or 
 Assigns, should have the sole Liberty of printing and re-printing 
 such Book or Books for the full Term of Twenty-eight Years, to 
 commence from the Day of first publishing the same, and also, if the 
 Author should be living at the End of that Period, for the Residue 
 of his natural Life : And whereas it is expedient to extend the Pro- 
 visions of the said Act ; be it therefore enacted by the King's most 
 Excellent Majesty, by and with the Advice and Consent of the 
 Lords Spiritual and Temporal, and Commons, in this present Par- 
 liament assembled, and by the Authority of the same, That from and 
 after the passing of this Act, the Author of any Tragedy, Comedy, 
 Play, Opera, Farce, or any other Dramatic Piece or Entertainment, 
 composed, and not printed and published by the Author thereof or 
 his Assignees, or which hereafter shall be composed, and not printed 
 or published by the Author thereof or his Assignee, or the Assignee 
 of such Author, shall have as his own Property the sole Liberty of 
 representing, or causing to be represented, at any Place or Places of 
 Dramatic Entertainment whatsoever, in any Part of the United 
 Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, in the Isles of Man, Jersey, 
 and Guernsey, or in any Part of the British Dominions, any such 
 Production as aforesaid, not printed and published by the Author 
 thereof or his Assignee, and shall be deemed and taken to be the 
 Proprietor thereof; and that the Author of any such Production, 
 printed and published within Ten Years before the passing of this 
 Act by the Author thereof or his Assignee, or which shall hereafter 
 be so printed and published, or the Assignee of such Author, shall, 
 from the Time of passing this Act, or from the Time of such Publi- 
 cation respectively, until the End of Twenty-eight Years from the 
 Day of such first Publication of the same, and also, if the Author or 
 Authors, or the Survivor of the Authors, shall be living at the End 
 of that Period, during the Residue of his natural Life, have as his 
 own Property the sole Liberty of representing, or causing to be re- 
 presented, the same at any such Place of Dramatic Entertainment as 
 aforesaid, and shall be deemed and taken to be the Proprietor there- 
 of: Provided nevertheless, that nothing in this Act contained shall 
 prejudice, alter, or affect the Right or Authority of any Person to 
 represent or cause to be represented, at any Place or Places of Dra- 
 matic Entertainment whatsoever, any such Production as aforesaid, 
 
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 in all Cases in which the Author thereof or his Assignee shall, pre- 
 viously to the passing of this Act, have given his Consent to or 
 authorized such Representation, but that such sole Liberty of the 
 Author or his Assignee shall be subject to such Right or Authority. 
 
 II. And be it further enacted, That if any Person shall, during 
 the Continuance of such sole Liberty as aforesaid, contrary to the 
 Intent of this Act, or Right of the Author or his Assignee, represent, 
 or cause to be represented, without the Consent in Writing of the 
 Author or other Proprietor first had and obtained, at any Place of 
 Dramatic Entertainment within the Limits aforesaid, any such Pro- 
 duction as aforesaid, or any Part thereof, every such Offender shall 
 be liable for each and every such representation to the Payment of 
 an Amount not less than Forty Shillings, or to the full Amount of 
 the Benefit or Advantage arising from such Representation, or the 
 Injury or Loss sustained by the Plaintiff therefrom, whichever shall 
 be the greater Damages, to the Author or other Proprietor of such 
 Production so represented contrary to the true Intent and Meaning 
 of this Act, to be recovered, together with Double Costs of Suit, by 
 such Author or other Proprietors, in any Court having Jurisdiction 
 in such Cases in that Part of the said United Kingdom or of the 
 British Dominions in which the Offence shall be committed ; and in 
 every such Proceeding where the sole Liberty of such Author or his 
 Assignee as aforesaid shall be subject to such Right or Authority as 
 aforesaid, it shall be sufficient for the Plaintiff to state that he "has 
 such sole Liberty, without stating the same to be subject to such 
 Right or Authority, or otherwise mentioning the same. 
 
 III. Provided nevertheless, and be it further enacted, That all 
 Actions or Proceedings for any Offence or Injury that shall be com- 
 mitted against this Act shall be brought, sued, and commenced within 
 Twelve Calendar Months next after such Offence committed, or else 
 the same shall be void and of no effect. 
 
 IV. And be it further enacted, That whenever Authors, Persons, 
 Offenders, or others are spoken of in this Act in the Singular Number 
 or in the Masculine Gender, the same shall extend to any Number 
 of Persons and to either Sex. 
 
 BAYI.IS AND I.EIGHTON, 
 JOHNSON'S-COURT, FLEET-STREET. 
 

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