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Show %jt Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or, llf. Pretty good Natural Parts, I confefs; but a Fool has the keeping 'em, no Judgment in the World; and what he fays, comes as much by Chance Val. As Epicurus's World did; Perfe<a and Uniform; without a Defign. llf. H e flies too m u c h at random to pleafe any M a n of Difcretion. Val. There is indeed the Quarrel of twelve Years difference, between thy Difcretion, and his Wit. He may live up to thy Difcretion, George, but w e fhall neither of us arrive at his Wit. llf. H o w long will his Wit fupport him ? Val That muft be his Care, and not our Bufinefs: I never examine any Man's Pockets, that is not troublefome t0 ™fli he be not troublefome, his Neceflities may throw & m upon fome fcandalous Action - Val. That may require thy Bailing him? llf That may refled upon us. Val O' thou wer't always tender of thy Reputation, when thou wer't to pay for the Scandal, I'll fay that or Thee llford: But if want of M o n y be a Crime; Heav n hek'the Guilty: W e are ^appointed ot our Bills at pre- ""///"But we have Letters of Credit, and may ufe'em UP^/0CA',!d°i; h» Credit without Letters, which he 1 can oblige him in, "Pocket or P«fon. rir m cir vmi need not doubt nis giving jvu r ' t ?-l cf fl ewingyour Gallantry in that part or your Bu» Antlolnfy \ did not always know him. fal. Norhethe^sNeice. llf. I found him out but lately-rd. For your Rival. [Walking 'f If. The RAMBLING LADY. |?| llf His Vanity, Extravagance, and general Pretenfion to Women, are intolerable. Val. Efpecially when the gaiety of that Humour ig likely to get the better of your Formality, in Volante'z Efteem: H e is your Rival. llf. M y Rival! Val. And I don't wonder, you don't like him. llf He's a general Undertaker, indeed; and in that part of his Converfation, is as impertinent to the W o m e n, as in other things he is troublefome to the M e n : So I think it would be our common good Fortune to get rid of him. Val. I a m not of your Mind: And here he comes to convince you. Enter Sir Antony. Sir Ant. Juft as I left you! you fcorn to ftir an Inch out of your Quality; to put your fclves in the w a y of Fortune, tho' you k n o w her to be blind. Val. You meet her at every turn, Sir Antony. Sir Ant. She muft come home to you to be welcome. llf. When do you bring her home ? Sir Ant. But you may be fullen, and four, domineer, threaten your Stewards, and talk loud at a Difappoint-ment; you are in Poifefhon, Gentlemen: Bnter Wait-well with a Purfe. M y Guardians won't be fo ferv'd: M y Governor teaches m e to provide againft Accidents: What I want of m y Age, I muft fupply with m y Diligence. T,r . . , [Wait- well gives him the Purfe. llf. And have your Labour for your Pains Sir Ant. I can take Paim, Sir, and the Profit of m y Fains, Sir; fifty Pieces in a Mornng, Sir, the Price of Bargain!"' glVC thC U d y a Peiinr-worth into the llf H o w ! fifty Pieces ? Val. From a W o m a n , Sir Antony I Sir Ant. Nothing, Sir, a Trifle. ' Val. Your Miftrefs pays like a W i d o w - - «he^ o^rjei^ Y°Uth ^ > *«*** «* J* uf: |