A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS. Comedy by P. Massinger. Acted at the Phoenix, Drury Lane 1653. This play is very deservedly commended in two copies of verses by Sir Henry Moody and Sir Thomas Jay: it is one of the best of the old comedies. The plot is good and well conducted, the language dramatic and nervous, and the characters, particularly that of Sir Giles Overreach, are highly and judiciously drawn. It was revived at Drury Lane Theatre in the year 1718, and several times since; but whether from any fault in the performance, or want of taste in the audience, it did not meet with that success which might have been expected from its merit, and which some of its contemporaries, not possessed of more, have since received on a revival. We are the more inclined to believe that the want of success must have arisen from the performers, as it was acted at Covent Garden, in 1781, in a manner that showed it was deserving of the utmost applause. Mr. Henderson's perfance of Sir Giles Over-reach, in particular, could not be too much commended. It was revived by Mr. Cooke, who, though he may have fallen short of his predecessor just mentioned, yet has sustained the part with credit, and he who has seen Kean in this character will not easily forget him. My quondam master, was a man of worship: SCENE I.-The Outside of a Village Ale-Bore the whole sway of the shire; kept a good house. Not the remainder of a single can, Left by a drunken porter; all night pall'd too. Froth. Not the dropping of the tap for your morning's draught, sir. 'Tis verity, I assure you. Well. Verity, you brach! house; Reliev'd the poor, and so forth; but he dying, Well. Slave, stop! or I shall lose myself. You cannot be out of your way. Tap. You were then a lord of acres, the prime gallant, And I your under-butler: note the change now: The devil turn'd precisian? Rogue, what am I? You had a merry time of't. Hawks and hounds, Tap. Troth! durst I trust you with a looking-glass, To let you see your trim shape, you would Tap. Even so, sir. Advance your Plymouth There dwells, and within call (if it please your A potent monarch call'd the constable, Well. Rascal! slave! With choice of running horses; mistresses, Resolving not to lose so fair an opportunity, Well. Some curate has penn'd this invec- Tap. I have not done yet. You grew the common borrower; no man'scap'd Tap. At his own peril! Do not put yourself In too much heat, there being no water near To quench your thirst; and sure for other liquor, As mighty ale, or beer, they are things, I take it, Some forty pounds or so, bought a small cottage, You must no more remember; not in a dream, sir. And humbled myself to marriage with my Well. Why, thou unthankful villain, dar'st thou talk thus? Froth here. Well. Hear me, ungrateful hell-bound! did not l Is not thy house, and all thou hast, my gift? Tapwell Well. Am I not he Does keep no other_register. clean 'em. 'Twas I, that when I heard thee swear, if ever Whose riots fed and cloth'd thee? Wert Thou couldst arrive at forty pounds, thou thou not Born on my father's land, and proud to be Tap. What I was, sir, it skills not; wouldst That beggar themselves to make such rascals rich. There's such disparity in their conditions But since you are grown forgetful I will help Enter ALLWORTH. Allw. Hold, for my sake, hold! But let 'em vanish; On your ambling wit, and must use your There's law to cure our bruises. [Tapwell and Froth go into the House. Allo. My lady, Frank, my patroness! my all! Well. 'Tis a noble widow, And keeps her reputation pure, and clear To envy or detraction. Pr'ythee tell me, All. Even the best of the shire, Frank, Well. I doubt it not. All. I thank your noble care; but, pray Do I run the hazard? Well. Art thou not in love? Put it not off with wonder. All. In love, at my years? Well. You think you walk in clouds, but are transparent. I have heard all, and the choice that you And, with my finger, can point out the north star, Of cormorant Overreach? Dost blush and start, Allo. Howe'er you have discover'd my intents, Between the goddess of my soul, the daughter, Well. Grant this true, As I believe it; canst thou ever hope Allw. And yours too. Well. I confess it, Allworth. I must tell you as a friend, and freely, Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, Allw. You have well advised me. Allw. Yes, 'tis much material: You know my fortune and my means; yet I can spare from myself, to help your wants. Allw. Nay, be not angry. From a boy, a stipendiary? one that lives And the uncertain favour of a lord? I'll eat my arms first. Howsoe'er blind fortune Allw. A strange humour! [Exeunt severally. Enter ORDER, AMBLE, and FURNACE. And privilege in the wine-cellar. Good master steward. Fur. Let him; I'll be angry. Amble. Why, fellow Furnace, 'tis not twelve Nor dinner taking up; then 'tis allow'd, My lady's go-before. Fur. Twit me with the authority of the At all hours, and at all places, I'll be angry; Amble. There was no hurt meant. Inscription, vicious or honourable. Fur. I am friends with thee, and yet I will I will not force your will, but leave you free Allw. Any form you please Fur. No matter whom: yet, now I think on't, I will put on: but, might I make my choice, I'm angry with my lady. Amble. Heaven forbid, man. Order. What cause has she given thee? Fur. Cause enough, master s'eward: I was entertain'd by her to please her palate, And, till she forswore eating, I perform'd it. Now since our master, noble Allworth, died, Though I crack my brains to find out tempting sauces, When I am three parts roasted, And the fourth part parboil'd, to prepare her viands, She keeps her chamber, dines with a panada, Or water gruel; my skill ne'er thought on. Order. But your art is seen in the dining With humble emulation, I would follow Lady A. 'Tis well answer'd, And I commend your spirit. You had a father With such respect, as if he liv'd in me. Most honour'd madam, the best mother to me; Lady A. I much hope it. These were your father's words: "If e'er my son To obey their leaders, and shun mutinies; It never thrives. He holds this paradox, Amble. One knocks. Enter ALLWorth. In a fair cause, and for the country's safety Order. Our late young master. Amble. Welcome, sir. Fur. Your hand. If you have a stomach, a cold bake-meat's ready. Order. Her presence answers for us. And, as I gave directions, if this morning As heretofore; hut say, in my excuse, I am indispos'd. Order. I shall, madam. Lady A. Do, and leave me. [Exeunt Order, Amble, and Furnace. Nay, stay you, Allworth. How is it with your noble master? Allw. Ever like himself; No scruple lessen'd in the full weight of honour. He did command me (pardon my presumption), As his unworthy deputy, to kiss Your ladyship's fair hands. Lady A. I am honour'd in His favour to me. Does he hold his purpose For the Low Countries? Alloy. Constantly, good madam: But he will in person first present his service. Are the essential parts make up a soldier; Not swearing, dice, or drinking. Allw. There's no syllable You speak, but it is to me an oracle; Lady A. To conclude: Beware ill company; for often men Not 'cause he's poor-that rather claims your pity; But that he's in his manners so debauch'd, Allo. I shall obey in all things. Allw. I am still bound to you. [Exeunt SCENE III. -A Hall in LADY ALLWORTH'S House. Enter SIR GILES Overreach, JUSTICE GREED. Ordder, Amble, FURNACE, and Marrall. Just. G. Not to be seen? Sir G. Still cloister'd up? Her reason, I hope, assures her, though she makes herself Close pris'ner ever for her husband's loss, "Twill not recover him. Order. Sir, it is her will; Which we that are her servants ought to serve, And not dispute. Howe'er, you are nobly] And if you please to stay, that you may think so, Just. G. Is it of the right race? Amble. How his mouth runs o'er! [Apart. Just. G. Honest Mr. Cook, thy hand-again! Are the good dishes still in being? speak, boy. Of beef well season'd. Just. G. Good. Fur. A pheasant larded. The fattest stag I ever cook'd. Just. G. A stag, man? And bak'd in puff-paste. Just. G. Puff-paste too, sir Giles! A pond'rous chine of beef! a pheasant larded! paste! All business set aside, let us give thanks here. Do you mark, I will not. Let me see the wretch That dares attempt to force me. Why, you slaves, - Created only to make legs and cringe, Lady A. What noise is this? Well. Madam, my designs bear me to you. Well. And though I have met with Mar. Your worships are to sit on a com-I hope from you to receive that noble usage, As may become the true friend of your husband; mission, And if you fail to come, you lose the cause. We may put off a commission; you shall find it Sir G. Fie, Mr. Greedy, No more, for shame! We must forget the belly, Just. G. Well, you shall overrule me. Fur. Will you be so prodigal? Enter WELLBORN. Who have we here? Well. You know me. Sir G. I did once, but now I will not; If ever thou presume to own me more, Just. G. I'll grant the warrant. Think of pie-corner, Furnace. And then I shall forget these. Lady A. I am amaz'd, Though sworn, that it can ever find belief, Well. Scorn me not, good lady; titles, Equipage, and fortune; your men's observance, [Aside. Order. There he touch'd her. Almost as low as I. Want, debts, and quarrels, [Exeunt Sir Giles Overreach, Justice Lay heavy on him: let it not be thought Greedy, and Marrall. Amble. Will you out, sir? I wonder how you durst creep in. Order. This is rudeness, And saucy impudence. Amble. Cannot you stay [To Wellborn. A boast in me, though I say I reliev'd him. I brought him on and off with honour, lady: To be serv'd among your fellows from the basket, And brought him to the shore. Fur. Are not we base rogues That could forget this? you for't: [Aside. Mar. Your worship has the way on't, and Master of your estate; nor could your friends, To squeeze these unthrifts into air; and yet For he had a shape, and to that shape a mind Lady A. 'Tis most true, he had. Well. For his sake then, in that I was his Do not contemn me. Sir G. 'Twas for these good ends I made him a justice. He that bribes his belly, [friend, Mar. I wonder Lady A. For what's past excuse me; I will not beg nor borrow sixpence of you; To your dead husband's friend, such feigned Quit all my owings, set me truly forth, To throw away a little respect upon me, [Kisses her Hand. Exit Lady Allworth. Fur. Still merry, Mr. Wellborn? Why, your worship having Sir G. Thou art a fool; In being out of office I am out of danger; Mar. You are all wisdom. Sir G. I would be worldly wise; for the That does prescribe us a well-govern'd life, Mar. What course take you manor Of your good neighbour, Mr. Frugal? As 'tis said, He will nor sell, nor borrow, nor exchange; And his land lying in the midst of your many lordships, is a foul blemish. Sir G. I have thought on't, Marrall, Mar. 'Tis most fit, sir. Sir G. I'll therefore buy some cottage near his manor; Which done, I'll make my men break ope' Ride o'er his standing corn, and in the right Which I can spare, but will soon beggar him. hand. Who can at once so kindly meet my purposes,| ACT II. SCENE I-A Landscape. I Mar. The best I ever heard. I could adore you. Mar. Wellborn was apt to sell, and needed not not cold Nor hunger kill him? |