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Show Love and a Bottle. 5 Enter Lucinda and Pindrefs. tuc. O h ! Thefe Summer Mornings are fo delicately fine, Pindrefs, it does m e good to be abroad. Pin, A y , Madam, thefe Summer Mornings are as pleafant to young Folks, as the Winter Nights to marry'd People, or as your Morning of Beauty to Mr. Lovewell, Luc, I'm violently afraid the Evening of m y Beauty will fall to his fhare veryfoon ; for I'm inclinable to marry him. I (hall foon lie under an Eclipfe, Pindrefs. Pin, Then it muft be full Moon with your Ladyfhip. But why wou'd you chufe to marry in Summer, M a d a m ? Luc. I know no caufe, but that People are apteft to run mad in hot Weather, unlefs you take a Woman's Reafon. Pin. What's that, M a d a m? Luc. W h y , I a m weary of lying alone.' Pin. O h dear M a d a m ! Lying alone is very dangerous; 'tis apt to breed ftrange Dreams. Luc. I had the oddeft Dream laft Night, of m y Courtier that is to be, 'Squire Mockmode. He appear'd crowded about with a Dancing-Mafter, Pufhing-Mafter, Mufick-Mafter, and all the Throng of Beau-makers; and methought he mi-mick'd Foppery fo awkardly, that his Imitation was downright burlefquing it. I burft out a laughing fo heartily, that I waken'd m y felf. Pin. But Dreams go by contraries, Madam. Have not you feen him yet. Luc. N o ; but m y Uncle's Letter gives account that he's rawly come to T o w n from the Univerfity, where his Education could reach no farther than to guzzle fat Ale, fmoak Tobacco, and chop Logick.-Faugh-it makes m e fick. Pin. But he's very rich, M a d a m ; his Concerns joyn to yours in the Country. Luc. A y , but his Concerns fhall never joyn to mine in the City : For fince I have the Difpofal of m y own Fortune, Lovewell's the M a n for m y Money. Pin. Ay, and for m y Money; for I've had above twenty pieces from him fince his Courtfhip began. He's the prettieft fober Gentleman; I have fo ftrong an Opinion of his M o - defty, that I'm afraid, Madam, your firft Child will be a Fool. Luc, O h God forbid ! I hope a Lawyer underftands Bufi-nefs better than to beget any thing non compos.- The Walks fill apace; the Enemy approaches, Ave muft let out our falle CwoolPuoilundr. s y.Wo eu lMikaes tkos craurief et haeb opuutr eaf tl iPtrtliev a?t e[ePrsu!t oMna tdhaemi,r MhLauoscwh, . |
