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Show 66 The C O N F E D E R A C Y. Flip. W h y what can you ask more, than this match. lefs Complaifance ? Gripe. I don't know what I can ask, and yet I'm not fatisfy'd with what I have neither, the Devil mixes in k all, 1 think : Complaifant or Perverfe, it feels juft as't did. flip. W h y , then your Uneafinefs is only a Difcafe, Sir, perhaps' a little Bleeding and Purging wou'd relieve you. Clar. flippanta I [ ClarilTa calls whkk. Flip. Madam calls. I come, Madam. Come, be merry, be merry, Sir, you have caufe, take m y word for't. Poor Devil. [Afide.'] [Exit Rip, Gripe. I don't know that, I don't know that: hit this I do know, that an honeft Man, w h o has >:i:rry'<j a Jade, whether fheJs pleas'd to fpend her time at home or abroad, had better have liv'd a Biitchdcr. Enter Brafs. Brafs. O , Sir, I'm mighty glad I have found you. Gripe. W h y , what's the matter, prithee ? Br aft. Can no body hear us ? Gripe. N o , no, fpeak quickly. Brafs. You han't feen Arammta, fince the laft Lettei I carry'd her from you ? Gripe. N o t I, I go prudently ; I don't prefs things like your young Firebrand Lovers. Brafs. But ferioufly, Sir, are you very much in love with her ? Gripe. As mortal M a n has been. Brafs. I'm forry for't. Gripe. W h y fo, dear Brafs ? Brafs. If you were never to fee her more n o w ? Suppofe fuch a thing, d'you think 'twou'd break your Heart ? Gripe. O h ! Bra/s. Nay, now I fee you^love her; wou'd you did not. Gripe. M y dear Eriend. Brafs. I'm in your Intevcft deep •, you fee it. Grifa The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 67 Gripe. I d o : but fpeak, what miferable Story haft thou for m e ? Brafs. I had rather the Devil had, pV»" flown away with you quick, tbah to fee you fo much in love, as I perceive you are, fince Gripe. Since what ? - ho. Brafs. Araminta, S i r -. Gripe. Dead? Brafs. N o. Gripe. H o w then ? Brafs. Worfe. Gripe. Out with'f. Brafs. Broke. Gripe. Broke ! Brafs. She is, poor Lady, in the moft unfortunate Situation of Affairs. But I have faid too much. Gripe. N o , no, 'tis very fad, but let's hear it. Brafs. Sir, fhe charg'd me, on m y Life, never to mention it to you, of all M e n living. Gripe. W h y , w h o fhoud'ft thou tell it to, but to the beft of her Friends ? Brafs. Ay, w h y there's it now, it's going Juft as I fancy'd. N o w will 1 b« hang'd if you are not enough in love to be engaging in this matter. But I muft tell you, Sir, That as much concern as I have for that moft excellent, beautiful, agreeable, diftrefs'd, unfortunate Lady, I'm too much your Friend and Servant, ever to let it be faid, 'twas the means of your being ruin'd for a W o m a n by letting you know, (he efteem'd you more than any other M a n upon Earth. Gripe. Ruin'd ! what doft thou mean ? Brafs. M e a n ! W h y I mean that W o m e n always ruin thofe that love'em, that's the Rule. Gripe. The Rule ! Brafs. Yes, the Rule; why, wou'd you have 'em ruin thofe that don't ? H o w fhall they bring that a-bout ? Gripe. But is there a necetflty then, they fhou'd ruin fomebody ? Brafs. |