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Thomas Duffett [1675], The Mock-tempest: or the Enchanted Castle. Acted at the Theatre Royal. Written By T. Duffett (Printed for William Cademan [etc.], London) [word count] [S36900].
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Act IV. Scene III. Enter Alonzo, Gonzalo, and Antonio.

Gonz.

My hands are so tyr'd with stareing about for meat, that my feet can look no further—I must rest my old bones.

Alon.

Old Lord I cannot blame thee, for I am seiz'd with such a griping, that I cannot rest.—My Courtyers us'd to tell me I had no humane imperfection; But here I will put off my hose and keep it no longer for my Flatterers

[Musick as in Air.

Gonz.

Ha, these are a sort of doggish greedy Devils, come to devour the meat e'r 'tis dish'd up.

Anto.

Do not for one repulse forgo the great design you were about to act.

-- 41 --

Gonz.

Oh help, help, something unseen has ty'd my hands behind me.

Alon.

Mine are stollen away too, and 'tis well for 'em, for my mouth is grown so angry for want of meat, that if they should again appear empty it would devour them.

Anto.

Sure tis the Devils hock-tide, for mine are bound too.

Musick.

Alon.
O heark my fiends,
I fear we shall behold another horrid sound.

Gonz.
The Devil takes his time when we are bound.

Alon.
He thinks to save his Bacon, feeble feind,
But with bound hands our hands we will unbind.
Enter Ariel Singing.
Song.
Dry your eyes, and cease your howling:
For your Broath is set a Cooling.
While y'are in this Castle staying,
Eat and Drink ne'r talk of paying.
Wine and Women here are plenty,
You shall tast of ev'ry dainty.
And as soon as you are weary,
Here are Crowds to make you merry.
[Exit Ariel.

Alon.
I marry this is comfortable.

Anto.
No Musick like that which powder'd Beef Sings,
A consort of Carrets with hey ding a ding.

Gonz.
Wee'l dye for our meat, then our lives shall maintain.
No butt'ring of Parsnips like long live and raign.
O for a dainty vision of butter'd Neptunes Tritons
And Nereides.
Two Devils descend, bringing down a Table with meat and drink on it.

Anto.

See my Lord a stately Banquet, adzooks!

Gonz.

First come, first serv'd.

Alon.

Happy man catch a Mackarell—But stay is not this meat and drink brought to Poyson us?

Gonz.

Here may be more Spirit of Sulphur: but hungers sharp, and I will tast in spight of the Devil.

-- 42 --

Anto.

And I will have a Soop.

Alon.

If both resolve, I'le take my part; Devil do thy worst.

As they try to eat, Gonzalo and Antonio are snatch'd up into the Air, and Alonzo sinks with the Table out of sight. The End of the Second Act.
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Thomas Duffett [1675], The Mock-tempest: or the Enchanted Castle. Acted at the Theatre Royal. Written By T. Duffett (Printed for William Cademan [etc.], London) [word count] [S36900].
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