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Show 8 The Conftant Couple. Viz.. Find her! but then her Foot, Sir Harry; fhe dan-ce? to-a Miracle. Wild. .Prithee don't diffract me. Viz,. Well then, you muft know, that this Lady is the Cu-riofity and Ambition of the T o w n ; her Name's Angelica: 5 he that pafTes for her Mother is a private B a w d , and cali'd the Lady Darling; fhe goes for a Baronet's Lady, (nodifpa-ragement to your Honour, Sir Harry,) I afTure you. Wild. P'fhaw, "hang m y Honour; but what Street, what Houfe ? Viz.. Not fo faft, Sir Harry ; you muft have m y Pafport for your Admittance, and you'll find m y Recommendation in a Line or two will procure you very civil Entertainment; I fuppofe 20 or 30 pieces handfomly plac'd, will gain the Point; I *11 enfure her found. Wild. Thou dearelt Friend to a M a n in neceffity. - Here, Sirrah, order m y Coach rdx>ut to St. James's; I'll walk acrofs the Park, (To his Servant. Enter Clincher, Senior, Clinch. Here, Sirrah, order m y Coach about to St. James's, I'll walk acrofs the Park too Mr. Viz,ard, your moft Devoted Sir, (to Wildair) I admire the Mode of your Shoulder-knot, methinks it hangs very emphatically, and Carries an Air of Travel in it; your Sword-knot too is moft Ornamentally modifh, and bears a foreign Mien, Gentlemen, M y Brother is juft arriv'd in T o w n , fo that being upon the Wing to kifs his Hands, I hope you'll pardon this abrupt Departure of, Gentlemen, your moft Devoted, and moft Faithful humble Servant. (Exit. Wild. Prithee, doft know him? Viz.. K n o w him ! why 'tis Gincher, w h o was Apprentice To my Uncle Smuggler, the Merchant in the City. Wild. What makes him fo gay ? Viz.. W h y , he's in Mourning for his Father,the kind old M an In Hertford/hire t'other Day broke his Neck a Fox- Hunting; the Son upon the N e w s has broke his Indentures, Whip'd from behind the Counter into the Side-Box, Forfwears Merchandife, where he muft live by Cheating, And ufurps Gentility, where he may die by Raking. He keeps his Coach, and Liveries, Brace of Geldings, Leaf? of Miftreffes, talks of nothing but Wine?, I ntre^ gues, Plays, Fafhions, and going to the Jubilee. Wild. Ha, ha, ha, how many pound of Pulvil muft the Fellow Ufe 111 fwectning himfelf from the fmell of Hops An4 |