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Show Love and a Bottle. 67 Enter Lyrick and Trudge. : Trud. Oh my dear Roebuck! [Trudge feeing Lovewell, throws df ber Mafque, flies to him, takes him about the Neck and kiffes him."] A n d Faith is it you, dear Joy ? And where have you been thefe feven long Years ? • Mock. Zauns! 1 Roeb. Hold off, ftale Iniquity. Madam, you'll pardon Fi:"T-; , , , , - . (r° Leanthe. Trud. Indeed I won t live with that Stranger. You pro-mifed to marry me, fo you did. Ah Sir, Neddy's a brave Boy, God blefs him; he's a whole Armful; Lord knows I had a heavy Load of him. Lpv. Guilty, or not Guilty, Mi. Mockmode* Mock. 'Tis part that; I a m condemn d, I'm hang'd in the Marriage Noofe. Hark ye, M a d a m , was this the Doclor that let you Blood under the Tongue for the Quinfey. Trud. Yes, that it was, Sir. Mock. Then he m a y do fo again; for the Devil take m e if ever I breath a Vein for ye.-Mr. Lyrick, is this your Poetical Friendihip ? Lyr. 1 had only a mind to convince you of your 'Squire-ihip. Lov. N o w , Sifter, m y Fears are over.-But where's £«- cindai H o w is fhe difpos'd of? Lean. The Fear fhe lay under of being difcover'd by you, gave m e an Opportunity of impofing Pindrefs upon her in-ftead of this Gentleman, w h o m fhe expected to wear one of Pindrefs's Night-Gowns as a Difguife. To make the Cheat more current, fhe difguis'd her felf in m y Cloaths, which has made her pafs on her Maid for m e ; and I by that Opportunity putting on a Suit of her's, paft upon this Gentleman for Lucinda, m y next Bufinefs is to find her out, and beg her Pardon, endeavour her Reconcilement to you, which the Difcovery of the Miftakes between both will eafily effecl. (Exit. Roeb. Well, Sir, (To Lyrick.) how was your Plot carried en ? Lyr. W h y this 'Squire (will you give m e leave to call you fo n o w ?) this 'Squire had a mind to perfbnate Lovewell, to catch Luanda, So I made Trudge to perfonate Lucinda, and fnap him in this very Garden. Now, Sir, you'll give aie leave to write your Epithalamium f Mock. |
