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Show « The F A L S E F % I E N B. * . • . w , r • lie clofe, toper. top. Thefe words .mport War , i^jg, U M v^riras of our Street, and the D o n G ^ . Yon are he ^ o borrowMLi h Spy of l w « J ^ ^ ^ Day, or that the S T * fifiSrAEa^with impenetrably. S % 1 u t l - - d d U A m * Return, under the Balcony of that adorable Beauty. £°" X* Wherever (he moves, you ftill follow « Don G»z- w ""cv" p. . ^ her bufinefs with If ^ t r ^ ^ u X - S i s f - h , y o u ' l l fhaiei, ^ i r a S L * U w . W . the truth^ T>onG«r. But what's ftill farmer, you take the libeny Don G«*. But to conclude. Don 3M>»- 'Ti* t,me- nnn ;, n 0 W n 0 more; and Don Gut. My ^ZZ'.hnh I finTyon under' to J pronounce, that ^ ™ * ' t M , , f t I 1 >n(J M a n tofe! A Winxd°bV; r°waTsVof Sl«r fftll fix )-i. tStSi^ S y o u to confider on, »« Donate. Hold, Sir, we had e'en as good do.to honourable Deed now. Re-enter Lopez. c. w him "o. aud may oe jw Z»/>. N o , pray Sir, 1« m m „o, mayn't have « « & » » do .t a t m came ,nore* .. .c * QnWea wou'd have embarafs'd flt L^. N o w this was a bubject wuu enough in all confcience. bid m e feeifl? Don ^ » . I was afraid h\^^[ ^Ttfl* toSiftcM/i*'^ withwh^lmuPQnYeryS «_ W* FALSE'FRIHKD, 99 ^W-%ft°W tHat'S a.h,ard Cafe> when you have got a Man s Sifter, you can't leave him his Miftrefs Don £fo. N o Changeling, I hate him enough, to love every W o m a n that belongs to him : and the^ Fool has fo provok d me by^ his threading, that I beleive I (hall have a Stroke at his Mother, before I think mv felf even with him. ' Lop. A moft admirable way to make up Accounts truly! Don John. A Son of a Whore! s'death, I did not care fixpence for the Slut before, but now I'll have her Maidenhead in a Week, for fear the Rogue fhou'd mar» ry her in ten Days. Lop. M u m ; here^ her Father: I'll warrant this old Spark comes to correct our way of living too. Enter Von Felix. Don Tel. Don John ! Don John. Don Felix, do I fee you in m y poor Dwelling ? Pray, to what lucky Accident do I owe this Honour ? Don Tel. That I may fpeak to you without conftrainr pray fend away your Servant. * Lop. What the Pox have I done to 'em, they are all fo uneafy at my Company ? (AJl^ Dqn John. Give us Chairs, and leave the Room. Lop. If this old Fellow comes to quarrel with us too' he'll at leaft do us lefs harm. [Afide* Don Eel. Won't you retire, Friend ? [Looking behind. Don John. Be gone, Sirrah. Lop. [Afide~] Pox take ye you old Prig you • But I fhall be even with you. [Lopez hides himfelf. Don Tel. You know me, Sir ? Don John. I do, Sir. Don Eel. That I call my felf Don John. Don Felix. Don Fel. That I am of the Houfe rf JL Don John. Cabrera, one of the firft of Valencia:. Don Fel. That my Eftatc is* Don John. Great. E-2 Do* |