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Show M 222 E$° P' Dor. A very good Pifture of a very ill Face T Lear. Well, Daughter ; what, not a word ? Is it poftible any thing that I a m Father of can be untouch d with fo much Merit ? Euph. My Duty may make all things poflible. But Efop is fo ugly, Sir. . , Lear. HTSSOUI has fo much Beauty mt, your Reafon ouoht to blind your Eyes: Befides, m y Intereft is con-cern'd • his Power alarms m e . I k n o w throughout the Kingdom he's the Scourge of evil Magiftrates, wins out Governors when they turn Tyrants, breaks Officers for falfe Mufters; excludes Judges from giving Sentence, when they have been abfent during the Tryal : hangs Lawyers when they take Fees on both fides; forbids Phyficians to take Money of thofe they don't cure. 'Tis true, m y Innocence ought to banifh m y Fears : But my Government, Child, is too delicious a Morfel, not to fet many a frail mouth a watering : W h o knows what Ac-cufations Envy may produce ? But all wou'd be fecure, if thou could'ft touch the Heart of Efop. Let m e b ow up thy Ambition, Girl: the fire of that will make thy Eyes fparkle at him. (She A*fc What's that Sigh for now ? H a ! A youn* Husband, by m y Confcience : Ah, Daughter, had'ft thou a young Husband, he'd make thee ligh indeed. I'll tell thee what he's compos'd of. He has a W i g full of Pulvilio, a Pocket full of Dice, a Heart full of Treafon, a Mouth full of Lyes, a Belly full of Drink, a Carcafs full of Plafters, a Tail full of Pox, and a Head full of nothing. There's hisPidure; wear it at thy Heart if thou can'ft. But here comes one ot greater Worth. Enter Efop. Lear. Good morning to m y noble Lord ; your Excel- 1 f* n e^\T ' Efop. Softly, good Governor: I'm a poor Wanderer from place to place • too weak to train the weight ot Grandeur with m e ! The name of Excellency s not tor me. Lear. M y noble Lord, 'tis due to your Imploy ; your Uredeccflbrs all - ^' E S 0 P.^"* 223 Efop. M y Predeceflors all deferv'd it, Sir, they were great M e n in Wifdom, Birth, and Service; whilft I, a poor, unknown, decrepit Wretch, mounted aloft for Fortune's Paftime, expetl: each moment to conclude the Farce, by finking to the Mud from whence I fprung. Lear. Great Croefius's Gratitude will ftill fupport you ; his Coffers all are open to your Will, your future Fortune's wholly in your power. Efop. But 'tis a Power that I fhall ne'er employ. Har. W h y fo, m y Lord ? Efop. I'll tell you, Sir. A hungry Goat, who had not eat Some Nights and Days-*(~for want of Meat) Was kindly brought at laft, By Providence's Care, To better Cheer, After a more than penitential Faft. He found a Barn well ftor'd with Grain, To enter in requir'd fome Pain ; But a delicious Bait Makes the way eafy, tho the Pafs is ftrait. Our Gue(l obferving various Meats, He put on a g ood modiftj Face, He takes his Place, He ne'er fays Grace, .But where he likes, he there falls to and eats. At length with jaded Teeth and Jaws, He made a Paufe, And finding fill feme room, Fell to as he had done before, For time to come laid in his Store ; And when his Guts cou'd hold no more, He thought of going home. But here he met the Glutton's Curfe ; He found his Belly grown fo great, 'Twas vain to think of a Retreat, Till he had render'd all he'ad eat, And well he far'd no worfie. L4 To |