The Wonder: A Woman keeps a Secret
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Title: The Wonder: A Woman keeps a Secret
Date of first publication: 1761
Author: Susanna Centlivre (1667-1723)
Date first posted: May 30, 2020
Date last updated: May 30, 2020
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PROLOGUE
Dramatis Personæ.
THE WONDER
ACT I.
ACT II.
ACT III.
ACT IV.
ACT V.
EPILOGUE.
SUSANNA CENTLIVRE
THE WONDER:
A WOMAN keeps a SECRET.
A COMEDY.
As it is Acted at the
THEATRE-ROYAL in DRURY-LANE.
By His MAJESTY'S Servants.
Spoken by Mr. MILLS.
Our Author fears the Criticks of the Stage,
Who, like Barbarians, spare nor Sex, nor Age;
She trembles at those Censors in the Pit,
Who think good Nature shews a Want of Wit:
Such Malice, O! what Muse can undergo it?
To save themselves, they always damn the Poet.
Our Author flies from such a partial Jury,
As wary Lovers from the Nymphs of Drury:
To the few candid Judges for a Smile,
She humbly sues to recompense her Toil.
To the bright Circle of the Fair, she next
Commits her Cause, with anxious Doubts perplext.
Where can she with such Hopes of Favour kneel,
As to those Judges, who her Frailties feel?
A few Mistakes, her Sex may well excuse,
And such a Plea, No Woman shou'd refuse:
If she succeeds, a Woman gains Applause,
What Female but must favour such a Cause?
Her Faults,—whate'er they are—e'en pass 'em by
And only on her Beauties fix your Eye.
In Plays, like Vessels floating on the Sea,
There's none so wise to know their Destiny.
In this, howe'er, the Pilot's Skill appears,
While by the Stars his constant Course he steers:
Rightly our Author does her Judgment shew,
That for her Safety she relies on You.
Your Approbation, Fair ones, can't but move,
Those stubborn Hearts, which first you taught to love:
The Men must all applaud this Play of Ours,
For who dares see with other Eyes, than Yours.
MEN.
Don Lopez, a Grandee of Portugal.
Mr. Norris.
Don Felix his Son, in Love with Violante.
Mr. Wilks.
Frederick, A Merchant.
Mr. Bickerstaff.
Don Pedro, Father to Violante.
Mr. Bullock, Jun.
Col. Britton, A Scotchman.
Mr. Mills.
Gibby, His Footman.
Mr. Bullock, Sen.
Lissardo, Servant to Felix.
Mr. Pack.
WOMEN.
Donna Violante, Designed for a Nun by her Father,
in Love with Felix.
Mrs. Oldfield.
Donna Isabella, Sister to Felix.
Miss Santlow.
Inis, Her Maid.
Mrs. Cox.
Flora, Maid to Violante.
Mrs. Saunders.
Alguazil, Attendants, Servants, &c.
SCENE, Lisbon.
SCENE I.
Enter Don Lopez meeting Frederick.
Fred. My Lord Don Lopez.
Don Lop. How d'ye Frederick?
Fred. At your Lordship's Service, I am
glad to see you look so well my Lord, I
hope Antonio is out of danger.
D. Lop. Quite contrary; his Fever increases, they
tell me; and the Surgeons are of Opinion his Wound is
mortal.
Fred. Your Son Don Felix is safe I hope.
D. Lop. I hope so too, but they offer large Rewards to
apprehend him.
Fred. When heard your Lordship from him?
D. Lop. Not since he went; I forbad him writing till the
publick News gave him an Account of Antonio's Health.
Letters might be intercepted, and the Place of his Abode
discovered.
Fred. Your Caution was good, my Lord; tho' I am impatient
to hear from Felix, yet his Safety is my chief Concern.
Fortune has maliciously struck a Bar between us in
the Affairs of Life, but she has done me the Honour to
unite our Souls.
D. Lop. I am not ignorant of the Friendship between my
Son and you. I have heard him commend your Morals,
and lament your want of noble Birth.
Fred. That's Nature's Fault, my Lord, 'tis some Comfort
not to owe one's Misfortunes to one's self, yet 'tis impossible
not to regret the want of noble Birth.
D. Lop. 'Tis pity indeed such excellent Parts as you are
Master of, should be eclipsed by mean Extraction.
Fred. Such Commendation wou'd make me vain, my
Lord, did you not cast in the Allay of my Extraction.
D. Lop. There is no Condition of Life without its Cares,
and it is the Perfection of a Man to wear 'em as easy as he
can; this unfortunate Duel of my Son's does not pass without
Impression. But since 'tis past Prevention, all my
Concern is now, how he may escape the Punishment; if
Antonio dies, Felix shall for England. You have been
there, what sort of People are the English?
Fred. My Lord, the English are by Nature, what the
ancient Romans were by Discipline, couragious, bold, hardy,
and in love with Liberty. Liberty is the Idol of the
English, under whose Banner all the Nation lists; give but
the Word for Liberty, and straight more armed Legions
wou'd appear, than France, and Philip keep in constant
Pay.
D. Lop. I like their Principles; who does not wish for
Freedom in all Degrees of Life? Tho' common Prudence
sometimes makes us act against it, as I am now oblig'd to
do, for I intend to marry my Daughter to Don Guzman,
whom I expect from Holland every Day, whither he went
to take Possession of a large Estate left him by his Uncle.
Fred. You will not sure sacrifice the lovely Isabella to
Age, Avarice, and a Fool; pardon the Expression, my
Lord; but my Concern for your beauteous Daughter
transports me beyond that good Manners which I ought
to pay your Lordship's Presence.
D. Lop. I can't deny the Justness of the Character, Frederick;
but you are not insensible what I have suffered by
these Wars, and he has two things which render him very
agreeable to me for a Son-in-Law, he is rich and well born;
as for his being a Fool, I don't conceive how that can be
any Blot in a Husband, who is already possess'd of a good
Estate.—A poor Fool indeed is a very scandalous Thing,
and so are your poor Wits, in my Opinion, who have nothing
to be vain of, but the Inside of their Skulls: Now
for Don Guzman I know I can rule him, as I think fit;
this is acting the politick Part, Frederick, without which,
it is impossible to keep up the Port of this Life.
Fred. But have you no Consideration for your Daughter's
Welfare, my Lord?
D. Lop. Is a Husband of twenty thousand Crowns a
Year, no Consideration? Now I think it a very good
Consideration.
Fred. One way, my Lord.
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