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Show io Love and a Bottle, and 'tis thebeft natur'd little Dear - [Smuggles and liffesit] - And wou'd it ask its God-father Bleflmg? - Indeed, Mr. Lovewell, I believe the Child knows you. Love. Ha,ha, ha! Well, I will give it m y Blefllng. [Ghtt it Goll (As he gives her the Gold, enter Lucinda and Pindrefs, who feeing them /land, abfcond. Come, M a d a m , I'll firft fettle you in a Lodging, and then find the falfe M a n , as you call him. - [Exit Lore. Lucinda and Pindrefs come forward, Luc, The falfe M a n is found already. - Was there ever fuch a lucky Difcovery ? - My care for his prefervation brought me back, and n o w behold h o w m y kindnefs is rc-turn'd ! - Their Fighting was a downright trick to frighten m e from the place, thereby to afford him opportunity of entertaining his Whore and Brat, Pin. Your conjecture, Madam, bears a colour; for looking back, I could perceive 'em talking very familiarly ; fo that they cou'd not be Strangers, as their pretended Quarrel would intimate. Luc. 'Tis all true as he is falfe.- W h a t ! flighted ! defpis'd! m y honourable Love truck'd for a Whore ! O h Villain ! Epitome of thy Sex ! - But I'll be reveng'd. I'll marry the firft M a n that asks m e the Queltion ; nay, though he be a disbanded Soldier, or a poor Poet, or a fenfelefs Fop; - Nay, tho' impotent, I'll marry him. Pin. O h M a d a m ! that's to be reveng'd on your felf. Luc. I care not, Fool! I deferve punifhment for m y Credulity, as much as he for his Fallnood. - And you defend it too, Minx; your perfuafions drew m e to this Aflignation: I never lov'd the falfe Man. Pin. That's falfe, I'm fure. [AfM Luc. But you thought to get another piece of Gold. Wei ftiall have him giving you Money on the fame fcore, he was' fo liberal to his Whore juft now. [Walks about in Paflion, Enter Lovewell. Love. So much for Friendfhip- n o w for m y Love.- 1 han't tranfgrefled much. - Oh, there fhe is.- O h m y An-gel! [Runs to hi Luc. O h thou Devil! - [Starts I/ad. Love. Not tinlefs you d a m n me, M a d a m. Luc. You're damn'dalready; you're a Man, L , [Exit pufhinr Pindrefe Uve. You giddy Female r Pel aa nWeto mrualens, n Io'lwl !b e fBwyo rtnhe. -L ordH,e yt• h'def•ae•y W!o mwWeh ant |
