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Show *oo Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or, Pilg. 'Tis warm, I promife you wil^n' AbIC t0 djfti_nguifh a S a ™ from a Sinner; and Shoes^ ^ °U t ° C MirC> bcttCr than y°u r W ° ° d e n P//£^Twill rather leave us there. But to our purpofe n ow * n ?l* A L n ° , t h e r Glafs t0 ftrenrnen my Attention ; I fhall edifie the better by it. \nh the <&* P'lg. Sure he can't make me drunk. r^i Sir Ant. I expected you wou'd ha' drunk to m y Con- •erhon. J Pilg. I fhou'd ha' began it in Charity, indeed ; but P1I inake you what Reparation I may, and drink a full Glafs lor m y Forgetfulnefs. [Fills himfelf a Bumper. Sir Ant. I warrant him m y own. [Afide. Pilg. To your Converfion be it [Drinks'. Sir Ant. This is the way to't, and the pleafanteft Road you can travel in : For let m e tell you, the World is bad enough at the beft } w e need not take Pains to make it worfe. Pilg. Too many do indeed. [Sir Antony drinks. Sir Ant. Such foolifh Apoftles as thou art then; Why,I begin to defpair of thee : I took thee for a fanguine, fen-fual Sinner, a Man of Senfe, and an Hypocrite. But I hnd thee a peaking Penitent, and an Afs. Pilg. You fit in the Seat of the Scorner. Sir Ant. Tho' you pafs upon the Abbe, and other Fools,' I expected you would have open'd your felf to m e ; I profefs m y felf, what 1 thought you were under your Habit, a Rogue : W e might have been of ufe to one another. But fince you are for cheating no Body but your felf, [Fills again] I'll make an end of m y Bottle and Bufinefs, and leave you to fay Grace to the next Courtefie I offer you. [Drinks. Pilg. I muft not lofe this Opportunity. Sir Ant. N o w I begin to believe all the filly things you have faid of your felf; your being weary of and leaving the World, when you had a good Share of it your o w n ; your parting with the Pleafures (which you call the Vanities) of if, at a time, when you were m a Condi' The RAMBLING LADY. iot Condition .f enjoying 'cm, by a fenfelefs refigning up your Birth-right. [Drinks* live upon. rnifct Pilg. You cenfure m e too rafhly. lp"* Sir Ant. I fpeak m y Thoughts, and a m fo far from imitating you any way, that when an elder Brrother flood between m e and a good Eftate, I made bold to remove him. Pilg. By no violent Means. Sir Ant. Something before his time. I had a Jointure too incumber'd m e ; but a Phyfician after m y o w n Heart eas'd me, and m y good Lady Grandmother. Pilg. And dare you o w n it ? Sir Ant. Not at a Bar of Juftice. Pilg. So horrid a Viilany ! Sir Ant. Never troubles m e : I don't proclaim it but in m y Cups, and where I think I'm fafe to Men of m y own Kidney • Pilg. You confefs your felf a Villain ? Sir Ant. Any kind of Rogue that ferves ray Turn ; for I am of a Principle, that levels every thing in the way of m y Pleafure or Profit. Pilg. A worthy Principle ! Sir Ant. I cheat the Men, and lye with the Women, as many as I can get in m y Power. Pilg. Sir, I honour you; pray fit down again. [They fit. Sir Ant. T o hear you preach again ? Pilg. And are you really this Rogue you pretend to be? Sir Ant. Are you the Fool you pretend to be ? Pilg. I muft come nearer to you. [Shewsa Casket. Sir Ant. H o w ! Jewels! Pilg. I bring m y Welcom with me. Sir Ant. Enough to fet up a Saint: The Lady of Lo-retto may keep her Chamber; thou haft fpoil'd her Hoi*. days, by robbing her Shrine : For thou haft robb'd hers, or fome other, that's certain. K S Pilg. |