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Show 180 Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or, llkl'c ,Tr' L then 'tIs their ml,tual Intereft to join ; each ,iRes thc other to excufe himfelf. Enter Sir Anthony, Valentine and llford. Sf Ant. Ah, Monfieur L'Abbe. ty. You have prevented us. Val W e were going to vifit you. Abb. In Nomine Domine, Amen. llf T h e Abbe making his Will! Sir,fnt- A m e n ^ our Abbe's Devotions. <f*. You fall as naturally as a Parifh-Clerk, into the clofe of a Prayer. Str,fnu l Iove to bring Things to a good End. Abb. Nay, I have done; m y Devotion won't tire your Attention. ' Sir Ant. Y o u are like the Prelate, that being dignify'd for long Prayers, hated them ever after. | Abb. Long Prayers are for poor Priefts that want Preferment, Men of Quality rife without 'em. Val. In Men of your Rank they are Pharifaical, and always to carry on a Defign. Abb. I neither have a Faith in them nor their Followers ; and therefore 1 feldom or never pray at all. llf. H o w ! never Pray at all ? Abb. The Church and I are agreed upon the Bargain ; and few Words are beft, when the Parties are of a Mind. Val. But the Church may better your Bargain. Abb. I a m mortify'd to the Dignities and Defigns of the Church ; have laid afide the Pomp and Pride of my Profeffion, I a m contented to fit down in z Sine-Cure; and, with the poor pittance of a©oo Piftoles a Year, make the moft of a good Confcience and good Company. llf. A good Confcience is good Company indeed. Abb. I mean, Sir, I'll make a Confcience of good Company Sir Ant. Make the beft of the Bleffing, and enjoy it as long as you can. Abb. Ah ! m y little Knight underftands me, tho' you won't, Sir. Val. You'll anger him rJo llford. Abb He jumps into the Point with me. J r Sir T^RAMBLTNG LADY. i8i Sir Ant. And into the Company too, dear Abbe-, I muft make one. Abb. Make one! thou mak'ft all; thou'rtall in all; the whole Company thy felf; thou art every thing with e-very Body; a M a n among the W o m e n , and a W o m a n a-mong the Men. [Abbe wantons -with Sir Ant. Val. H o w , Abbe I Sir Antony a W o m a n? Abb. One might indeed miftake him, by his Face. llf. He wou'd miftake him, I believe. Val. Somewhere elfe. Abb. But there's no Faith in Faces; the W o m e n have found him out, and won't truft him. Sir Ant. Ay, ay, the W o m e n Abbe, the L a d i e s - - -* Abb. As mad as ever they were, m y Neices you mean! Sir Ant. I long to*be among 'em. Abb. Nay, they long too, if that wou'd do 'em any gf od. And think it long. 7 Sir Ant. I have not fpoke to a W o m a n this half Hour. Val. W e are all idle without you. llf Sin has been as filent among us - Sir Ant. As in thc firft Seffion of a Parliament, in fear of a Reformation. Abb Ah! very well, 1' faith, m y little Man. But no, no Reformation, I warrant you; matters fhall not be Slfl' °u-the Devil ™y m w«r Black, Sir Abb. Let him wear what he will: W e have h*J M m in our Family this Morning had h*m ^.What's the Matter? ^ftssy-tf om'd fomethins •*"« Val. That's unlucky fta^-to^nt'r^r^ '* ^ * »"* <*' * Uf. Thai's bad indeed. Val What:is there to be done? « What ft* t^^Z^ » be ** Abb. |