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Show Mi Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or, Pilg. Here, take this Purfe, 'tis more than the Debt; but take the reft for thy felf, n o w I remember thee , m. r,7?*T ,Traffio,ue *** * ^rvant of Sir Gentle';. The Elizabeth broad Gold has deliver'd me. Serv. Yes, Mafter Monfieur, that is m y Mafter, Sir Gentle Golding. Y o u (hall fee m e fpeak to him [Goes to the Pilgrim, Traff. Young Man, a word with you. [To Courtaut Pilg. More Debts to pay! I fhall fall like an Executor Without AfTets. Serv. Sir, I have been about your Bufinefs, with the Meffenger, as yoa order'd m e - Pilg. This is one of m y Englifh Servants it feems; W anfwer him in French to get rid of him. Serv, If you were at leifure- Pilg. Que Demanded vous f que dites vous Laauais f Mntendez vous le Franpois, gran Coquenf Serv. How's this ? I durft ha' fworn it had been ray Mafter; but I a m fure he has no more Languages than Tongues, and that his Mother gave him: Befides he's too good an Englifhman, to learn any thing in another Country, Pilg. Je ne vous entens pas, je ne park pas Anghis. Serv. It feems I was miftaken, Sir, this is iome Out-landifh M a n ; he can't fpeak Englifh. Traff. H o w , not fpeak Englifh! Court. I'm fure he paid m e for the Suit upon his Bade, but juft now, in very good Englifh" Traff. And would have borrow'd a hundred Piftoles of me, in as civil Englifh' Pilg. I can fpeak Englift?, Gentlemen, I fpoke French, only to try, if that Fellow had learn'd any thing, fince he came into the Country. [Exit- Serv. I'll have a Trya! with you. This is fome Rogue that has murder'd m y Mafter Court. A nd ftole his C l o a t h s - Traff. And robb'd him of his Bills of Exchange. [Exeunt after the Pilgrim, Serv. Murder, Murder; Roguery, Thievery, flop him. Enter Sir Antony, Valentine, llford, and Abbe. llf N a y the Pilgrim was in the right, in getnngo» before your Evident c»m* upon him. •* • The RAMBLING LADY. *t3 Alb I never heard of fo extraordinary a Rogue, as h e f f i - to be mthdfc ^ Val But that our gentle g ^ ~ M £ a f , makes SirZ. Le? it be but Ridiculous enough, and I may {°tb. The Ports are (hut, and for the Pilgrim, if he be in the City, w e fhall have him again Enter Sir Gentle in the Pilgrim', Habit. llf. What's that fneaks by us fo ? Val. Our very, very Saint. [Gathering about him. Sir Ant, Good morrow, Pilgrim ! Abb. Won't you k n o w your Friends ? f llf. W e were too late for your Levee. But M e n ot your Aufterity and Life never indulge the Fle(h,by fleep-ing long ; you are an early Stirrer Abb Pray look up : Y o u can do nothing fure to caft * you down. Omnes. Sir Gentle Gelding ! Sir Gent. Ev'n the very fame. Val. What do you in this Habit ? Sir Gent. 'Tis whimfical and odd; I had a Mind to try if you could k n o w m e in this Difguife. Sir Ant. O yes, w e k n o w you in any Difguife. Abb. But there's a Warrant out againft the Pilgrim $ you'll be taken up for him. Sir Gent. W h y ? you don't take m e for the Pilgrim. llf. But the Government will. Sir Gent. The j Government then will take m e for as very a Rafcal as lives unhang'd in it. Val. But what's become of him ? Sir Ant. You were laft with him - - Val. Y o u have convey'd him away. llf. Or murder'd h i m - - - - Abb. You muft anfwer for him, for you hive his Cloaths. Sir Gent. Nay if it [be fo, I'll tell youilnw I i a n e by Jlf. |