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Show w 276 E S 0 P. Or. Have you no Bowels ? Lear. Ha, ha ! Bowels in a Parent ! Here's a young Fellow for you. Hark thee, Stripling ; being in a very merry humour, I don't care if I difcover fome paternal Secrets to thee. K n o w then, that how humourfome, how whimfical foever we may appear, there's one fixt Principle that runs through almoft the whole Race of us; and that's to pleafe our felves. W h y do'ft think I got m y Daughter? Why,, there was fomething in't that pleas'd me. W h y do'ft think I marry m y Daughter ? W h y to pleafe m y felf ftill. And what is't that pleafes m e ? Why, my Intereft ; what do'ft think it fhou'd be? If Efop's my Son-in-Law, he'll make me a Lord: If thou art my Son-in-Law--- thou'lt make me a Grandfather. N o w I having more mind to be a Lord than a Grandfather, give m y Daughter to him, and not to thee. Or. Then fhall her Happinefs weigh nothing with you? Lear. Not this. If it did, I'd give her to thee, and not to him. Or. D o you think forc'd Marriage the way to keep W o m e n virtuous t Lear. N o ; nor I don't care whether W o m e n are virtuous or not. Or* You know your Daughter loves me. Lear. I do fo. Or. What if the Children that Efop may happen to father fhou'd chance to be begot by m e ? Lear. W h y , then Efop wou'd be the Cuckold, not I. Or. Is that all your Care ? Lear. Yes: I fpeak as a Father. Or. What think you of your Child's Concern in t'other World? Lear. Why, I think it m y Child's Concern, not mine. I fpeak as a Father. Or. D o you remember you once gaye m e your Confent to wed your Daughter ? L.ear. I did. Or. W k y did you fo ? Lear. V ESOP. w 277 Learl becaufe you were the beft Match thatoffer'd at that time. I did like a Father. Or. W h y then, Sir, I do like a Lover. I'll make you keep your word, or cut your Throat. Lear. W h o waits there, ha ? Enter Servants. Seize m e that Bully there. Carry him to Prifon, and keep him fafe. [They fieize him. Or. Why, you won't ufe m e thus ? Lear. Yes, but I will tho : away with him. Sir, your moft humble Servant : I wifh you a good Night's reft ; and as far as a merry Dream goes, m y Daughter's at your Service. Or. Death and Furies! [Exeunt Serv. with Oron. Lear, finging. ] Dol, de tol dol, dol, de tol dol; Lilly Burleighre's lodg'd in a Bough. Enter a Troop of Mufuians, Dancers, ckc. Lear. H o w now ! What have we got here ? Mufi Sir, we are a Troop of trifling Fellows, Fidlers, and Dancers, come to celebrate the Wedding of your fair Daughter, if your Honour pleafes to give us leave. Lear. With all m y heart; but who do you take me for, Sir; Ha? Mufi I take your Honour for our noble Governor of Syficus. c . Lear. Governor of Syficus; Governor of a Cheefe- Cake! I'm Father-in-law to the: great Efip, Sirrah. All bow to him. Afide.] 1 mall be a great Man. Come tune vour Fiddles $ make your Legs •, get all thines ready.' M y Son-in-law will be here prefenfy- 1 fhall be a great Man. *i vl Mufi A ireat Marriage, Brother: What do ft think Will be the end on't ? 2Muf. Why, I believe we fhall fee three Turns upon't. This old Fellow here will turn Fool; his Daughter will turn Strumpet ; and his Son-m law will turn 'em both out of doors. But that's nothing to thee nor me, as long as w e are paid for our Fiddling. So tune a-way, Gentlemen. % m ^ |