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Show 54 The CONFEDERACY. Dick. The kir.deft little Rogue \ there's nothing but fhe gives m e leave to hope, I am the happteft Man the World has in its Care. Flip. Not fo happy as you think for neither, perhaps 5 you have a Rival, Sir, I can tell you that. Dick* A Rival ! Flip. Yes, and a dangerous one too. Dick. W h o , in the name of Terror ? Flip. A devilifh Fellow, one Mr. Amlet. Dick. Amlet ! I know no fuch Man. Flip. You know the Man's Mother tho ; you met her here, a'nd are in her favour, I can tell you. If he worfts you 'in your Miftrefs, you fhall e'en marry her, and dif-inherit him. Dick. If I have no other Rival but Mr. Amlst, I be. lieve I (han't be much difturb'd in m y Amour. But can't I fee Corinna ? • Flip. I don't know, fhe has always .fome ofherMaf ters with her : But I'll go fee if fhe can fpare you a mo. xnent, and bring you word. [Exit Flippanta. Dick. I wifh m y old hobbling Mother han't been blabbing fomething here fhe fhou'd not do. Brafs. Fear nothing, all's fafe on that fide yet. But howfpeaks young Miftrefs'sEpiftle? foft and tender? Dick> As Pen can write. Brafs. So you think all goes well there ? Dick. As m y Heart can wifh. ~Brafs. You are fure on't ? Dick. Sure on't! Brafs. W h y then Ceremony afide, [Putting on hisBt, You and I muft have a little Talk, Mr. Amlet. Dick. Ah, Brafs, what art thou going to do ? Wout ruin m e ? Brafs. Look you, Dick, few words; you are in a fmooth way of making your Fortune, I hope all will toll on. But how do you intend matters fhall pais 3*wixt you and m e in this Bufinefs ? Dick. Death and Furies! What a time doft take to talk on't ? The C O N - F E D E R A C Y* < Brafs. Good words, or I betray you ; they haye'aP ready heard of one Mr. Av>let in the Houfe. Dick. Here's a Son of a Whore ! f ACd Brafs. In fnort, loo* fmooth, and be a good Prince^ I am your Valet 'tis trie : Your Footman fometiW which I m enrag-d at; but you have always had the A £ cendant, I confefs : when we were School-Fellows you made me carry your Books, make your Exercife,' o wn your Rogueries, and fometimes take a Whipping for you. When we were Fellow-Prentices, tho I was your Senior, you made m e open the Shop, clean m y Matter's Shoes, cut laft at Dinner, and eat all the Croft. In our Sins too, I muft own you ftill kept m e under; you foar'd up to Adultery with our Miftrefs, while I was at humble Fornication with the Maid. Nay, in our Punifh-ments you ftill made ^ood your Poft ; for when once upon a time I wa* fentene'd but to be whbp'd, I cannot deny but you were condemned to be hang'd. So that in ail times, I muft confefs, yonr Inclinations have been greater and nobler than mine ; however, I cannot con-fen t that you fhou'd at once fk Fortune for Life, and I dwell m m y Humilities for the reft of m y Days Dick Hark thee, Brafs, if I do not moft nobly b? thee, I'm a Doe. J * Brafs. And when ? Dick. As foon as ever I a m married. Brafs. Ah, the Pox take thee. Dick. Then you miftruft m e ? Brafs. I do by m y Faith. Look you, Sir, fome Folks we miftruft, becaufe we don't know them 5; otherr we miftruft, becaufe we do know them : And for one of thefe Reafons I defire there may be a Bargain beforehand : If not [Raifing his Voice'] look ye, Dick Am- Dick. Soft, my dear Friend and Companion. The Jog will ruin me. [Afide.] Say, what is't will content Brafs. O ho! Dick. But how canft thou be fuch a Barbarian ^ Brafs. I learnt it at Algier. c 4 McL |