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Show 5$' Lbve and a Bottle. opportunity. I'll put out the Candle, the Torch of Love fhall light us to Bed. Luc.To Bed,Sir!-Thou haft Impudence enough to draw thy Rationality in Queftion. Whence proceeds it ? From a vain' thought of thy o w n Graces, or an opinion of m y Vertue ? -j If from the latter, know that I a m a W o m a n , whofe Modefty dare not doubt m y Vertue; yet have fo much Pride to fup-' port it, that the dying Groans of thy whole Sex, at m y feet. fhou'd not extort an immodeft Thought from me. Roeb. Your Thoughts m a y be as modeft as you pleafe, Madam. You fhall be as vertuous to morrow Morning as e'er a N u n in Europe; the Opinion of the World lhall pro-. claim you fuch , and that's the fureft Charter the moft rigid" Vertue in England is held by. The Night has no Eyes to feel nor have I a Tongue to tell: One Kils fhall feal up m y Lips' for ever. Luc. That uncharitable Cenfure of W o m e n , argues the meannefs of thy Converfation. "_ Roeb. Her fuperiour Vertue awes m e into coldnefs. 'Slife! it can't be Twelve fure. Night's a Lyar. [Draws' out his Watch'. Luc. Sir, if you wo'n't be gone, I muft fetch thofe fhall , conduct you hence. - My Eyes are dazled fure, [Paffmg fa him towards the Door, fhe perceives the Jewel ty'dto the Pray, Sir, let m e fee that Jewel. Roeb. By Heavens, fhe has a mind to't! - Oh, 'tis at your fervice with all m y Soul. Luc. Wrong not m y Vertue by fo poor a Thought. But " anfwer diredfly, as you are a Gentleman, to what I now lhall ask: whence had you that Jewel ? Roeb. I exchanged Watches with a Gentleman, and had this Jewel into the bargain. He valu'd it not, 'twas a Trifle front a Miftrefs. :.j Luc. A Trifle, faid he: - Oh Indignation I flighted thus! - - I'll put a Jewel out of his power, that he wou'd pawn • his Soul to retrieve. If you be a Gentleman, Sir, whom Gratitude can work up to Love, or a Vertuous Wife reclaim,' I'll make you a large return for that Trifle. Roeb. Hey-day ! a Wife, faid fhe! Luc. What's your N a m e , Sir ? and of what Country ? Roeb. M y Name's Rotbuck, Madam. Luc. Roebuck ! Roeb. 'Sdeath! I forgot m y Inftruclions. - Mockmode,Ma-daLmu. c -k . RMooecbkumcokd eM,o mckym oSdqeu,i rmey !N ita mcaen,' ta nbde !S iBru-tna imfe i.t fhoIuV'd., - |