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Show 68 The C O N F E D E R A C Y ,. „ •„ . W A • how wou d you nave'em *„/,. Yes marryuhe e ^™J- y</u can', con. fupport «he,r Expence eUe ? W ^ e ^ ^ . ^ ce.ve now you can, pd Purfe sir! Why, S'loyouTSne 25 K «m « *> «* »* 5 wnat do you im & ? >Tis true, 'twas from a ^fi"ik P«i«^ ^ ^Bones brok" But what do you think the gave m e L J A(U» was on't by the by. But then, Sir, her £ £ & V a S k X her k-Money, her Play. S^ney, n « China, and her Charity woud co, L e Peers: A great Soul, a very great Soul; b« what's the end of ail this ? Gripe. H a ? . ,. Brafs. W h y , 111 tell you what the end is i Kunnery. duc'd to that Extremity, and attackd with t™\*M talion of Duns, that rather than tell her * ^ ta| you know is fuch a Dog, he'd let her go if fhe <W) J has e'en determin'd to turn Papift, and bid the World adieu for Life. Grtfe. O terrible! a Papift ! BrJ/i. Yes, when a handfome W o m a n has brought I her felf into Difficulties, the Devil can't help her owl of To a Nunnery, that's another Rule, Sir. Gripe. But, but, but, prithee Brafs but I Brafs. But all the butsin the World Sir, wont to her : (he's a W o m a n of a nob e Refolution. So, a, youJ humble Servant; I pity her, I pity you, Turtle L Mate \ but the Pates will have it fo, f ^ f M and I a m n o w going to call her a Coach, for to te folves to flip off without faying a word ; and the n Vifit fhe receives from her Friends, will be throu melancholy Grate, with a Veil inftead of a To^nct. | The CONFEDERACY* 69 Gripe. It muft not be, by the Powers it muft not; fhe was made for the World, and the World was made for her. Brafs. And yet you fee, Sir, how fmall a fhare fhe has on't. Gripe. Poor W o m a n ! Is there no way to fave her ? Brafs. Save her! No, how can fhe be fav'd ? W h y Fne owes above five hundred Pound. Gripe. O h! Brafs. Five hundred Pound, Sir, (he's like to be fav'd indeed. * _ _ N o t but that I know them in this Town wou'd give m e one of the five, if I wou'd per-fuade her to accept of t'other four: But fhe has forbid me mentioning it to any Soul living; and I have di£ obey'd her only to you ; and fo I'll go and call a Coach. Gripe. Hold doft think, m y poor Brafs, one might not order it fo, as to compound thofe Debts for f o r - twelve Pence in the Pound ? Brafs. Sir, d'ye hear ? I have already try'a1 'em with ten Shillings, and not a Rogue will prick up his Ear at it. Tho after all, for three hundred Pounds all in glittering Gold, I cou'd fet their Chaps a watering. But where's that to be had with Honour ? there's the thing, Sir- I'll go and call a Coach. Gripe. Hold, once more : I have a Note in m y Clofet of two hundred, ay and fifty, I'll go and give it her m y felf. Brafs. You will! very genteel truly. Go, flap dafh, and offer a W o m a n of her Scruples, Money ! bolt in her Face : why, you might as well offer her a Scorpion, and fhe'd as foon touch it. Gripe. Shall I carry it to her Creditors then, and treat with them ? Brafs. Ay, that's a rare Thought. Gripe. Is not it, Brafs ? Brafs. Only one little Inconvenience by the way. Gripe. As how ? Brafs. That they are your Wife's Creditors as well as hers; and perhaps it might not be altogether fo well to fee |