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Show So The R E L A P S E ; or, • u .n waken by and by; and inftead of Surprize enough, to waken oy J CQ Juft. the impertinent Company_o^* "a*^ y ^ £ndmy " ^ ^ ' E U Old Father,^ W _ I/' *' lu fc i e e one Oueftion? t r ^ t t f i /S5 or not, tilll know Wh-it is. whethe thou didft not write to m 7 j Z % f m p ^ to come down and marry thy 3B3aS Yes, marry did I ; and my Lord a^fc come down, and fhall marry m y Daughter before foe', ^ZF.NOW give me thy Hand, dear Dad, I thought W e fhould underftand one another at laft. Sir Tun. This Fellow's m a d - - , here bind bin, Hand and Foot. . . C T % hin.d * ' » * «* Z. F. Nay, prithee, Knight, leave fooling, thy Jeft begins to grow dull. Sir i*™. Bind him, I fay, he's mad.- Bread and Water, a dark R o o m and a Whip may bring him to his Senfes again. . j £. F. %W*.] I Gad, if I don't waken quickly, by al that 1 can fee, this is like to prove one of the moft un* pertinent Dreams that ever I dreamt in m y Life. Enter Mifs and Nurfe. [Mifs going up to him.] Mifs. Is this he that wou'd have run away with me? Tough, how he ftinks of Sweets! Pray, Father let him be drago'd through the Horfe-Pond. L. F. Afide.'] This muft be m y Wife by her natural Inclination to her Husband. Mifs. Pray, Father what do you intend to do witU him ? hang him ? Sir Tun. That at leaft, Child. Nurfe. Ay, and it's e'en too good for him too. I. F. Afide.'} Madam la Governante, I prefume, hitherto this appears to m e to be one of the molt extraordinary Families that ever Man of Quality matchd into. Sir Vfrtue in Danger. 8 * Six Tun. WhatV become of m y Lord, Daughter ? Mifs. H e s juft coming, Sir. L. F. Afide.] M y Lord What do's he mean by that now ? Enter Young Fafhion and Lory. Seeing him.] Stap m y Vitals, Tam, now the Dream's ©ut. r. F. Is this the Fellow, Sir, that defign'4 to trick m e of your Daughter ? Sir Tun. This is he, m y Lord, how do you like him ? Is not he a pretty Fellow to get a Fortune ? r. F. I find by his Drefs, he thought your Daughter might be taken with a Beau. Mifs. O Gemini ! Is this a Beau ? let m e fee him again ha ! I find a Beau's no fuch ugly thing neither. T. F. I gad, fhe'll be in love with him prefently % .I'll e'en have him fent away to Goal. [To L. Fop.'] Sir, tho your Undertaking fhews you are a Perfon of no extraordinary Modefty, I fuppofe you han't Confidence enough to exped much Favour from me. L.F. Strike m e dumb, Tam, thou art a very impu* dent Fellow. Nurfe. Look if the Varlet has not the Frontery to-call his Lordfhip plain Thomas. Bull. The bufinefs is, he would feign himfelf mad, to-avoid going to Goal. L.F. Afide.] That muft be the Chaplain by his un* folding of Myfteries. Sir Tun. Come, is the Warrant writ I Cler. Yes, Sir. Sir Tun. Give m e the Pen, I'll fign i t - - , So now Conftable away with him. L. F. Hold one moment Fray, Gentlemen 5 my Lord Foppington^ fhall I beg one Word with your Lord (hip ? • Nurfe. O ho, is't m y Lord with him n o w ? fee how AfRiftions will humble Folks. Mifs. Pray, m y Lord, don't let him whifper tooclofe, kfche bite your Ear off.. |