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Show -$6 The R E L A P S E ; or, Lov. W h y then he'll bleed to Death, Sir. Ser. W h y , then I'll fetch him to Life again, Sir. Lov. 'Slife, he's run through the Guts, I tell thee. Ser. Wou'd he were run through the Heart, I fhou'd get the more Credit by his Cure. N o w I hope you are fatisfy'd ? Come, now let m e come at him ; now let m e come at him. [Viewing his Wound.] Oons, what a Gafh is here ? Why, Sir, a Man may diive a Coach and Six Horfes into your Body. L. F. Ho Ser. Why, what the Devil have you run the Gentleman through with a Scythe [Af2^e^ A little Prick between the Skin and the Ribs, that's all. Lov. Let m e fee his Wound. Ser. Then you fhall drefs it, Sir j for if any body looks upon it, I won't. Lov. Why, thou art the verieft Coxcomb I ever faw. Ser. Sir, I am not Mafter of m y Trade for nothing. L. F. Surgeon. Ser. Well, Sir. L. F. Is there any Slopes ? Ser. Hopes ! I can't tell - f What are you willing to give for your Cure ? L. F. Five hundred Paunds with Pleafure. Ser. W h y then perhaps there may be Hopes. But we muft avoid further Delay. Here ; help the Gentleman into a Chair, and carry him to m y Houfe prefently, that's the propereft place, [afide] to bubble him out of his Money. Come, a Chair, a Chair quickly there, in with him. [They put him into a Chair. L. F. Dear Lovelefs- Adieu. If I dit I forgive thee ; and if I live ; I hope thou wilt 60 as much by me. I am very fbrry you and I fhou'd quarrel; but 1 hope here's an end on't, for if you are fatisfy'd ---- I am. Lov. I fhall hardly think it worth m y profecuting any further, fo you may be at reft. Sir. L. F. Thou art a generous Fellow, ftrike m e dumb. [Afide.] But thou haft an impertinent Wife, ftap my , Vitals. Ser, M Virtue in Danger. 37 Ser. So, carry him off, carry him off, w e fhall have him prate himfelf into a Fever by and by ; carry him off. [Exit Ser. with L. F. Aman. Now on my Knees, m y Dear, let m e ask your pardon for m y Indifcretion, m y own 1 never fhall obtain. Lov. O! There's no Harm done: You fery'd him well. Aman. He did indeed deferve it. But I tremble to think how dear m y indifcreet Refentment might have coft you. Lov. O no matter, never trouble your felf about that. Ber. For Heaven's fake, what was't he did to you ? Aman. O nothing; he only fqueez'd m e kindly by the Hand, and frankly offer'd m e a Coxcomb's Heart. • I know 1 was to blame to refent it as I did, fince nothing but a Quarrel cou'd enfue. But the Fool fo fur-priz'd m e with his Infolence, I was notMiftrefs of m y Fingers. Ber. Nov/ I dare fwear, he thinks you had 'em at great Command, they obey'd you fo readily. Enter Worthy. Wor. Save you, fave you, good People : I'm glad to find you all alive \ I met a wounded Peer carrying off; For Heaven's fake what was the matter ? Lov. O a Trifle . H e wou'd have lain with m y Wile before m y Face, fo fhe oblig'd him with a Box o'th' Ear, and I run him through the Body : That was all. Wor. Bagatelle on all fides. Bur, pray Madam, how long has this Noble Lord been an humble Servant of yours ? Aman. This is the firft I have heard on't. So I fup-pofe 'tis his Quality more than his Love, has brought him into this Adventure. He thinks his Title an authen-tick Pafsport to every Woman's Heart, below the Degree of a Peerefs. Wor. He's Coxcomb enough to think any thing. But I wou'd not have you brought into Trouble for him : I hope there's no Danger of his Life ? .J. Lov. |