n partic'lar Dear,
What they admire at home, they wou'd loath here.
Thus, though the Mall, the Ring, the Pit is full,
And every Coffee-House still swarms with Fool;
Though still by Fools all other Callings live,
Nay our own Women by fresh Cullies thrive,
Though your Intrigues which no Lampoon can cure,
Promise a long Succession to ensure;
And all your Matches plenty do presage:
Dire is the Dearth and Famine on the Stage.
Our Store's quite wasted, and our Credit's small,
Not a Fool left to bless our selves withal.
We re forc't at last to rob, (which is great pity,
Though 'tis a never-failing Bank) the City.

We show you one to day intirely new,
And of all Jests, none relish like the true.
Let that the value of our Play inhance,
Then it may prove indeed the_ Lucky Chance.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

MEN.

Sir _Feeble Fainwou'd_, an old Alderman to be married Mr. _Leigh_.
to _Leticia_,
Sir _Cautious Fulbank_, an old Banker married to _Julia_, Mr. _Nokes_.
Mr. _Gayman_, a Spark of the Town, Lover of _Julia_, Mr. _Betterton_.
Mr. _Bellmour_. contracted to _Leticia_. disguis'd, and
passes for Sir _Feeble's_ Nephew, Mr. _Kynaston_.
Mr. _Bearjest_, Nephew to Sir _Cautious_, a Fop, Mr. _Jevon_.
Capt. _Noisey_, his Companion, Mr. _Harris_.
Mr. _Bredwel_, Prentice to Sir _Cautious_, and Brother
to _Leticia_, in love with _Diana_, Mr. _Bowman_.
_Rag_, Footman to _Gayman_.
_Ralph_, Footman to Sir _Feeble_.
_Dick_, Footman to Sir _Cautious_.
_Gingle_, a Music Master.
A Post-man.
Two Porters.
A Servant.

WOMEN.

Lady _Fulbank_, in love with _Gayman_, honest and
generous, Mrs. _Barry_.
_Leticia_. contracted to _Bellmour, married to Sir
_Feeble_, young and virtuous, Mrs. _Cook_.
_Diana_, Daughter to Sir _Feeble_, in love with Bredwel;
virtuous, Mrs. _Mountford_.
_Pert_, Lady _Fulbank's_ Woman.
Gammer _Grime_, Landlady to _Gayman_, a Smith's
Wife in _Alsatia_, Mrs. _Powell_.
_Susan_, Servant to Sir _Feeble_.
_Phillis, Leticia's_ Woman.

A Parson, Fidlers, Dancers and Singers.

_The Scene_, LONDON.

ACT I.

SCENE I. _The Street, at break of Day_.

_Enter_ Bellmour _disguis'd in a travelling Habit_.

_Bel_. Sure 'tis the day that gleams in yonder East,