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Show Love and a Bottle. 6% Play to a very good Gata Cata- what d'ye call him, Sir? Lov. T w a s he I incounter'd in the Garden. 'Sdeathl Trick'd by the Poet! I'll cut off one of his Limbs, I'll make a Synalcepha of him ; I'll Club. He, he, he 1-Two Calves fuck'd on the fame C o w! - H e , be! Lov. Nay, then I begin with you. (Drubs him. Club. .Zauns! Murder! D e m me! Zauns! Murder! Zauns! (Runs off, and Lovewell after him. SCENE changes to the Anti-Chamber in Lucinda * Houfe $ A Hat and Sword on the Table. Enter Brufh, Brufh. I have been peeping and crouching about like a Cat a moufing. Ha ! I fmell a R a t - A Sword and Hat !- There are certainly a pair of Breeches appertaining to thefe, and may be lap'd up in m y Lady's Lavender, who knows i Wens. Enter Lovewell in a hurry. Lov. What, Sir ? What are you doing ? I'm ruin'd, trick'd. . * ... , TJ . Brufh. I believe fo too, Sir.-See here ? - (Shews the Hat J and Sword. Lov. Bv all m y hopes, Roebuck's Hat and Sword. This is Mifchiefupon Mifchief. Run you to the Garden Sirrah; and if you find any body, fecure 'em j flHearch the Houle. -I'm ruin'd! Fly.-Roebuck < What hoa ?--Roebuck-* hoa? w . , ,. Enter Roebuck unbutton d ; runs to Lovewell, and embraces Roeb. Dear, dear Lovewell, wifhmejoy, wifhmejoy, m y Friend. A*. OfttSft, tended whit*, fcfteft Brjd^ that ever bleft Man's Arms. I'm all Air, all a O p * • f W i n f > and muft fly again to her Embraces. Detain m e not, my **%£. Hold, Sir; I hope you mock me; tho' that it felf '• "S^Mock you!-By Heavte, no; OA more than Senfe *! 3 --- |