cted the children--their mother died in extreme indigence.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
DRURY LANE. COVENT GARDEN.
SIR HARRY WILDAIR _Mr. Elliston._ _Mr. Lewis._
ALDERM. SMUGGLER _Mr. Dowton._ _Mr. Quick._
COLONEL STANDARD _Mr. Barrymore._ _Mr. Farren._
CLINCHER, JUN. _Mr. Collins._ _Mr. Blanchard._
BEAU CLINCHER _Mr. Bannister._ _Mr. Cubitt._
VIZARD _Mr. Holland._ _Mr. Macready._
TOM ERRAND _Mr. Wewitzer._ _Mr. Powell._
DICKY _Mr. Purser._ _Mr. Simmons._
CONSTABLE _Mr. Maddocks._ _Mr. Thompson._
SERVANTS _Mr. Fisher, &c._
LADY LUREWELL _Mrs. Powell._ _Miss Chapman._
LADY DARLING _Miss Tidswell._ _Miss Platt._
ANGELICA _Miss Mellon._ _Mrs. Mountain._
PARLY _Mrs. Scott._ _Miss Stuart._
TOM ERRAND'S WIFE _Mrs. Maddocks._
_SCENE--London._
THE
CONSTANT COUPLE.
ACT THE FIRST.
SCENE I
_The Park_
_Enter_ VIZARD _with a Letter, his_ SERVANT _following_.
_Vizard._ Angelica send it back unopened! say you?
_Serv._ As you see, sir?
_Vizard._ The pride of these virtuous women is more insufferable than
the immodesty of prostitutes--After all my encouragement, to slight me
thus!
_Serv._ She said, sir, that imagining your morals sincere, she gave you
access to her conversation; but that your late behaviour in her company
has convinced her that your love and religion are both hypocrisy, and
that she believes your letter, like yourself, fair on the outside, and
foul within; so sent it back unopened.
_Vizard._ May obstinacy guard her beauty till wrinkles bury it.--I'll be
revenged the very first opportunity.----Saw you the old Lady Darling,
her mother?
_Serv._ Yes, sir, and she was pleased to say much in your commendation.
_Vizard._ That's my cue----An esteem grafted in old age is hardly rooted
out; years stiffen their opinions with their bodies, and old zeal is
only to be cozened by young hypocrisy. [_Aside._] Run to the Lady
Lurewell's, and know of her maid whether her ladyship will be at home
this evening. Her beauty is sufficient cure for Angelica's scorn.
[_Exit_ SERVANT. VIZARD _pulls out a Book, reads, and walks about_.
_Enter_ SMUGGLER.
_Smug._ Ay, there's a pattern for the young m
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