The Rover Act I Chapter I

DRAMATIS PERSONAE
MEN

Mr.JEVORNE : DON ANTONIO, the Vice-Roy’s Son

Mr.MEDBURNE : DON PEDRO, a Noble SPANIARD, his Friend

Mr.BETTERTON : BELVILE, an ENGLISH Colonel in love with FLORINDA

Mr.SMITH : WILLMORE, the ROVER

Mr.CROSBIE : FREDERICK, an ENGLISH Gentleman, and Friend to BELVILE and BLUNT

Mr.UNDERHILL : BLUNT, an ENGLISH Country Gentleman

Mr.RICHARDS : STEPHANO, Servant to DON PEDRO

Mr.PERCIVAL : PHILIPPO, LUCETTA’s Gallant

Mr.JOHN LEE : SANCHO, Pimp to LUCETTA

Mr.RISKY and Sebastian, two Bravoes to ANGELICA.

DIEGO, Page to DON ANTONIO.

Page to HELLENA.
Boy, Page to BELVILE.
BLUNT’s Man.
Officers and Soldiers.

WOMEN.

Mrs. BETTERTON : FLORINDA, Sister to Don PEDRO

Mrs. BARREY HELLENA : A gay young Woman designed for a Nun, and Sister to FLORINDA.

Mrs. HUGHES VALERIA : A Kinswoman to FLORINDA.

Mrs. GWIN ANGELICA BIANCA, a famous Curtezan,

Mrs. LEIGH MORETTA, her Woman.

Mrs. NORRIS : CALLIS, Governess to FLORINDA and HELLENA.

Mrs. GILLOW : LUCETTA, a jilting Wench.

Servants, other Masqueraders, Men and Women.

SCENE Naples, in Carnival-time.

ACT I.

Scene I. A chamber.

Enter Florinda and Hellena.

FLOR. What an impertinent thing is a young Girl bred in a Nunnery! How full of Questions! Prithee no more, HELLENA; I have told thee more than thou understand’st already.

HELL. The more’s my Grief; I wouLd fain know as much as you, which makes me so inquisitive; nor is’t enough to know you’re a Lover, unless you tell me too, who ’tis you sigh for.

FLOR. When you are a Lover, I’ll think you fit for a Secret of that nature.

HELL. ’Tis true, I was never a Lover yet but I begin to have a shreud Guess, what ’tis to be so, and fancy it very pretty to sigh, and sing, and blush and wish, and dream and wish, and long and wish to see the Man; and when I do, look pale and tremble; just as you did when my Brother brought home the fineEnglish Colonel to see you what do you CALL him? DON BELVILE.

FLOR. Fie, HELLENA.

HELL. That Blush betrays you I am sure ’tis so or is it DON
ANTONIO the Vice-Roy’s Son? Or perhaps the rich old DON VINCENTIO, whom my father designs for your Husband? Why do you blush again?

FLOR. With Indignation; and how near soever my Father thinks I am to marrying that hated Object, I shall let him see I understand better what’s due to my Beauty, Birth and Fortune, and more to my Soul, than to obey those unjust Commands.

HELL. Now hang me, if I DON’t love thee for that dear Disobedience. I love Mischief strangely, as most of our Sex do, who are come to love nothing else—But tell me, dear FLORINDA, DON’t you love that fine ANGLESE? for I vow next to loving him my self, ’twill please me most that you do so, for he is so gay and so handsome.

FLOR. HELLENA, a Maid designed for a Nun ought not to be so curious in a Discourse of Love.

HELL. And dost thou think that ever I’ll be a Nun? Or at least till I’m so old, I’m fit for nothing else. Faith no, Sister; and that which makes me long to know whether you love BELVILE, is because I hope he has some mad Companion or other, that will spoil my Devotion; nay I’m resolved to provide my self this Carnival, if there be e’er a handsom Fellow of my Humour above Ground, tho I ask first.

FLOR. Prithee be not so wild.

HELL. Now you have provided your self with a Man, you take no Care for poor me Prithee tell me, what dost thou see about me that is unfit for Love have not I a world of Youth? A humor gay? a Beauty passable? A Vigor desirable? well shaped? clean limbed? sweet breath’d? and Sense enough to know how all these ought to be employed to the best Advantage: yes, I do and will. Therefore lay aside your Hopes of my Fortune, by my being a Devotee, and tell me how you came acquainted with this BELVILE; for I perceive you knew him before he came to Naples.

FLOR. Yes, I knew him at the Siege of Pampelona, he was then a Colonel ofFrench Horse, who when the Town was ransacked, nobly treated my Brother and my self, preserving us from all Insolencies; and I must own, (besides great Obligations) I have I know not what, that pleads kindly for him about my Heart, and will suffer no other to enter But see my Brother.

Enter DON PEDRO, STEPHANO, with a masquing Habit, and CALLIS.

PEDRO. Good morrow, Sister. Pray, when saw you your Lover DONVINCENTIO?

FLOR. I know not, Sir CALLIS, when was he here? for I consider it so little, I know not when it was.

PEDRO. I have a Command from my Father here to tell you, you ought not to despise him, a Man of so vast a Fortune, and such a Passion for you
STEPHANO, my things              [Puts on his Masquing Habit.

FLOR. A Passion for me! ’tis more than e’er I saw, or had a desire should be known I hate VINCENTIO, and I would not have a Man so dear to me as my Brother follow the ill Customs of our Country, and make a Slave of his Sister and Sir, my Father’s Will, I’m sure, you may divert.

PEDRO. I know not how dear I am to you, but I wish only to be rank’d in your Esteem, equal with the English Colonel BELVILE Why do you frown and blush? Is there any Guilt belongs to the Name of that Cavalier?

FLOR. I’ll not deny I value BELVILE: when I was expos’d to such Dangers as the licensed Lust of common Soldiers threatned, when Rage and Conquest flew thro the City then BELVILE, this Criminal for my sake, threw himself into all Dangers to save my Honor, and will you not allow him my Esteem?

PEDRO. Yes, pay him what you will in Honor but you must consider DONVINCENTIO’s Fortune, and the Jointure he’ll make you.

FLOR. Let him consider my Youth, Beauty and Fortune; which ought not to be thrown away on his Age and Jointure.

PEDRO. ’Tis true, he’s not so young and fine a Gentleman as that BELVILE but what Jewels will that Cavalier present you with? those of his Eyes and Heart?

HELL. and are not those better than any DON VINCENTIO has brought from theIndies?

PEDRO. Why how now! Has your Nunnery-breeding taught you to understand the Value of Hearts and Eyes?

HELL. Better than to believe VINCENTIO deserves Value from any woman He may perhaps encrease her Bags, but not her Family.

PEDRO. This is fine Go up to your Devotion, you are not design’d for the Conversation of Lovers.

HELL. Nor Saints yet a while I hope. [Aside.] Is’t not enough you make a Nun of me, but you must cast my Sister away too, exposing her to a worse confinement than a religious Life?

PEDRO. The Girl’s mad Is it a Confinement to be carry’d into the Country, to an antient Villa belonging to the Family of the VINCENTIO’s these five hundred Years, and have no other Prospect than that pleasing one of seeing all her own that meets her Eyes a fine Air, large Fields and Gardens, where she may walk and gather Flowers?

HELL. When? By Moon Light? For I’m sure she dares not encounter with the heat of the Sun; that were a Task only for DON VINCENTIO and his IndianBreeding, who loves it in the Dog days and if these be her daily Divertisements, what are those of the Night? to lie in a wide Moth eaten Bed Chamber with Furniture in Fashion in the Reign of King SANCHO the First; the Bed that which his Forefathers lived and dyed in.

PEDRO. Very well.

HELL. This Apartment (new furbisht and fitted out for the young Wife) he (out of Freedom) makes his Dressing room; and being a frugal and a jealous Coxcomb, instead of a Valet to uncase his feeble Carcass, he desires you to do that Office Signs of Favor, I’ll assure you, and such as you must not hope for, unless your Woman be out of the way.

PEDRO. Have you donee yet?

HELL. That Honour being past, the Giant stretches it self, yawns and sighs a Belch or two as loud as a Musket, throws himself into Bed, and expects you in his foul Sheets, and e’er you can get your self undrest, calls you with a Snore or two and are not these fine Blessings to a young Lady?

PEDRO. Have you done yet?

HELL. And this man you must kiss, nay, you must kiss none but him too and nuzle thro his Beard to find his Lips and this you must submit to for threescore Years, and all for a Jointure.

PEDRO. For all your Character of DON VINCENTIO, she is as like to marry him as she was before.

HELL. Marry DON VINCENTIO! hang me, such a Wedlock would be worse than Adultery with another Man: I had rather see her in the Hostel de Dieu, to waste her Youth there in Vows, and be a Handmaid to Lazers and Cripples, than to lose it in such a Marriage.

PEDRO. You have considered, Sister, that BELVILE has no Fortune to bring you to, is banisht his Country, despised at home, and pity’d abroad.

HELL. What then? the Vice-Roy’s Son is better than that Old Sir Fisty. DONVINCENTIO! DON Indian! he thinks he’s trading to GAMBO still, and would barter himself (that Bell and Bawble) for your Youth and Fortune.

PEDRO. CALLIS, take her hence, and lock her up all this Carnival, and at Lent she shall begin her everlasting Penance in a Monastery.

HELL. I care not, I had rather be a Nun, than be obliged to marry as you would have me, if I were designed for’t.

PEDRO. Do not fear the Blessing of that Choice you shall be a Nun.

HELL. Shall I so? you may chance to be mistaken in my way of Devotion A Nun! yes I am like to make a fine Nun! I have an excellent Humour for a Grate: No, I’ll have a Saint of my own to pray to shortly, if I like any that dares venture on me.                                                                  [Aside.

PEDRO. CALLIS, make it your Business to watch this wild Cat. As for you,FLORINDA, I’ve only try’d you all this while, and urg’d my Father’s Will; but mine is, that you would love ANTONIO, he is brave and young, and all that can complete the Happiness of a gallant Maid This Absence of my Father will give us opportunity to free you from VINCENTIO, by marrying here, which you must do tomorrow.

FLOR. To morrow!

PEDRO. To morrow, or ’twill be too late ’tis not my Friendship to ANTONIO, which makes me urge this, but Love to thee, and Hatred to VINCENTIO therefore resolve upon’t to morrow.

FLOR. Sir, I shall strive to do, as shall become your Sister.

PEDRO. I’ll both believe and trust you Adieu.            [Ex. Ped. and Steph.

HELL. As become his Sister! That is, to be as resolved your way, as he is his—        [HELL. goes to CALLIS.

FLOR. I ne’er till now perceived my Ruin near,
I’ve no Defence against ANTONIO’s Love,
For he has all the Advantages of Nature,
The moving Arguments of Youth and Fortune.

HELL. But hark you, CALLIS, you will not be so cruel to lock me up indeed: will you?

CALL. I must obey the Commands I hate besides, do you consider what a Life you are going to lead?
HELL. Yes, CALLIS, that of a Nun: and till then I’ll be indebted a World of Prayers to you, if you let me now see, what I never did, the Divertisements of a Carnival.

CALL. What, go in Masquerade? ’twill be a fine farewell to the World I take it—pray what wou’d you do there?

HELL. That which all the World does, as I am told, be as mad as the rest, and take all innocent Freedom Sister, you’ll go too, will you not? come prithee be not sad We’ll out-wit twenty Brothers, if you’ll be ruled by me Come put off this dull Humour with your Clothes, and assume one as gay, and as fantastick as the Dress my Cousin Valeria and I have provided, and let’s ramble.

FLOR. CALLIS, will you give us leave to go?

CALL. I have a youthful Itch of going my self.   [Aside.]   Madam, if I thought your Brother might not know it, and I might wait on you, for by my troth I’ll not trust young Girls alone.
FLOR. Thou see’st my Brother’s gone already, and thou shalt attend and watch us.

Enter STEPHANO.

Steph. Madam, the Habits are come, and your Cousin Valeria is drest, and stays for you.

FLOR. ’Tis well I’ll write a Note, and if I chance to see BELVILE, and want an opportunity to speak to him, that shall let him know what I’ve resolved in favor of him.

HELL. Come, let’s in and dress us.                                      [Exeunt.