The Rehearsal; First Acted 7 Dec. 1671. Published ?July 1672. with Illustrations from Previous Plays, Etc. ... Volume 10

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ... xDecio. Now you fhall tell me, who play'd at Card$ with you ? Pyramena. None but my Lord Iberio and I plai'd. Dec. Who waited ? Py. No body. Dec. No Page ? Py. No Page. Dec. No Groom ? Py. No Groom ; I tell you no body. Dec. What, not your Woman ? Py. Not my Woman, lack . How your tongue runs ! Sir R. Stapylton. The Slighted Maid. A61 iii. pp. 46--7. Ed. 1663. I hope its flow beginning will portend A forward Exit to all future end. Bayes. Pifh, there you are out; to all future end ? No, no; to all future end; you muft lay the accent upon end, or elfe you lofe the conceipt. Johns. Indeed the alteration of that accent does a great deal, Mr. Bayes. Bayes. O, all in all, Sir: they are thefe little things that mar, or fet you off a Play. Smi. I fee you are perfect in thefe matters. Bayes. I, Sir; I have been long enough at it to know fomething. Enter Souldiers dragging in an old Fifherman. Ama. Villain, what Monfter did corrupt thy mind T'attaque the nobleft foul of humane kind ? Tell me who fet thee on. Fi/h. Prince Pretty-man. Ama. To kill whom ? Fi/h. Prince Pretty-man. Ama. What, did Prince Pretty-man hire you to kill Prince Pretty-man ? Fifh. No; Prince Volfcius. Ama. To kill whom? Fifh. Prince Volfcius. Ama. What, did Prince Volfcius hire you to kill Prince Volfcius? Fifh. No; Prince Pretty-man. Ama. So, drag him hence. Till torture of the Rack produce his fence. [Exeunt Bayes. Mark how I make the horror of his guilt confound his intellects; for that's the defign of this Scene. Smi. I see, Sir, you have a feveral defign for every Scene. Bayes. I; that's my way of writing: and fo I can difpatch you, Sir, a whole Play, before another man, I gad, can make an end of his Plot. So, now enter Prince Pretty-man in a rage. Where the Devil is he...