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Show Love and a Bottle. 29 Roeb. Oh my little Angel in Voice and Shape! (Kiffes ,er.) I cou'd wifh m y felf a Female for thy lake. Lean. You're much better as you are, for m y fake. - (Afide. , Roeb. Or, if thou wert a W o m a n , 1 wou'd Lean. What wou'd you? marry me? wou'd you marry me? Roeb. Marry you, Child! no, no; I love you too well for •W, you fhou'd not have m y Hand, but all m y Body at once. But to our bufinefs : Is your Lady at home ? Lean. M y Lady ! What bus'nefs have you with m y Lady, iray Sir ? h- Roeb. Don't ask Queftions. You know Mr. Lovewell. Lean. Yes, very well. He's my great Friend, and one I vou'd ferve above all the World, but his Sifter. Roeb. His Sifter! - Ha! that gives m e a twinge for m y Sin. Pray, Mr. Page, was Leanthe well when you left her ? Lean. N o , Sir ; but wondrous melancholy, by the depar- 111 e of a dear Friend of hers to another World. Roeb. O h that was the Perfon mention'd in her Letter, whofe leparture occafion d your departure for England. Lean. That was the occafion of m y coming, too fure, Sir. - Oh, 'twas a dear Friend to m e ! the lofs makes me weep. Roeb. Poor tender-hearted Creature! But I ftill find there was not a word of me. Pray, good Boy, let your Miftrefs know, here's one to wait on her. Lean. Your bufinefs is from Mr. Lovewell, I fuppofe, Sir. Roeb. Yes, ves. Lean. Then I'll go. . , C^xU. Roeb. I've thrown my Caff, and a m fairly in for't. But a'n't I an impudent Dog? Had I as much Gold in my Breeches, as Brafs in m y Face, I durft attempt a whole Nunnery. This Lady is a reputed Vertue, of good Fortune and Quality; I a m a Rakehelly Rafcal not worth a Groat ; and without any farther Ceremony, a m going to debauch her.- Bu t hold ; She does not know that 1 m this Rakehelly Rafcal; and I know that fhe's a W o m a n , one of eighteen too; beautiful, witty. O' m y Confcience, upon iecond thoughts, I a m not fo very impudent neither. - - - N o w as to my management, I'll firft try the whining Addrefles, and iee if fhe'U bleed in the foft Vein._ Enter Lucinda. Luc. Have you any bufinefs with me, Sir ? Roeb. Thus look'd the forbidden Fruit, lufcious and tempting. Tis ripe, and will foon fall, if one will fhake tteTree. Luc. Have you any bus'nefs with me,Sir ?- CG»M^|£ )j 2 |