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Show ^••^•IV 272 ESOP. Enter Efop. Efop. I'm told, fair Virgin, you defire to fpeak with me. Lovers are apt to flatter themfelves; I take your Meflage for a Favour. I hope 'twas meant fo. Euph. Favours from W o m e n are fo cheap of late M e n may expect 'em truly without Vanity. Efop. If the W o m e n are fo liberal, I think the Men are generous too on their fide ; 'Tis a well-bred Age, thank Heaven ; and a deal of Civility there paffes between the two Sexes. What Service is't that I can do you, Lady? Euph. Sir, I have a fmall Favour to intreat you. Efop. What is't? I don't believe I fhall refufeyoti. Euph. What if you fhou'd promifemeyou won't ? Efop. W h y then I fhou'd make a divorce between | m y Good-breeding and m y Senfe, which ought to be as Jacred a Knot at that of Wedlock. Euph. Dare you not truft then, Sir, the thing you love ? ° J Efop. Not when the thing I love don't love m e : Net ver. . " Dor. Truft is fometimes the way to be belov'd. Efop. Ay, but 'tis oftner the way to be cheated. Euph.^ Pray promife m e you'll grant m y Suit. Dor. 'Tis a reafonable one, I give you m y word for't. Efop. If it be fo, I do promife to grant it. Dor. That's ftill leaving your felf Judge. Efop. W h y , who's more concern'd in the Tryal ? Dor. But no body ought to be Judge in their own Caufe. Efop. Yet he that is fo, is fure to have no wrong , done him. / Dor. But if he does wrong to others, that's worfe. / Efop. Worfe for them, but not for him. / Dor. True Politician, by m y troth ! / Efop. M e n muft be fo when they have to do with / Sharpers. / Euph. If I fhould tell you then there were a pofiibility | I might be brought to loye you, you'd fcarce believe VJPe. Efif. ) ESOP. 27? Stafefm'aJ. ft°ttM h ° P e 3S 3 L°V e r > and ^ fc * of t^Agf JIL0Ve 3nd Wifd°m ! Th6l'e'S lhe Mon . Euph. Yo°u have liv'd long, Sir, and obferv'd much: Did you never fee Time produce ftrange Changes ? Efop Amongft Women, I muft confefs I have. Euph. Why, r m a W o m a n , Sir. Efop. Why, truly that gives m e fome hopes. Euph. I'll encreafe 'em, Sir; I have already been in love two years. Dor. And Time, you know, wears all things to tatters. & Efop. Well obferv'd. Euph. What if you fhou'd allow m e fome to try what I can do ? Efop. Why, truly, I would have patience a day or two, if there was as much probability of m y being your new Gallant, as perhaps there may be of changing your old one. Dor. She fhall give you fair play for't, Sir ; Opportunity and Leave to prattle, and that's what carries moft W o m e n in our days. Nay, fhe fhall do more for you. You fhall play with her Fan; fqueeze her little Finger ; buckle her Shoe ; read a Romance to her in the Arbour ; and faunter in the Woods on a Moonfhiny Night. If this don't melt her, fhe's no W o m a n , or you no Man Efop. I'm not a M a n to melt a W o m a n that way: I know m y felf, and know what they require. "Tis through a Woman's Eye you pierce her Heart. And I've no Darts can make their entrance there. Dor. You are a great Statefman, Srr; but I find you know little of our Matters. A Woman's Heart is to be •nter'd forty ways. Every Senfe fhe has about her keeps a door to it. With a Smock-face, and a Feather, you get in at her Eyes. With powerful Nonfenfe, in foft Words, you creep in at her Ears. AnefTenc'd Peruke, and a fweet Handkerchief, lets you in at her Nofe. With a Treat, and a Box full of Sweet-meats, you flip in N 5 at V |