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Show 10 The Conftant Couple. Enter Standard. O Lord! N o fooner talk of killing, but the Soldier is con-jur'd up ; you're upon hard Duty Colonel, to ferve your King, your Country; and a Miftrefs too. Stand. Tne latter, I muft confefs, is the hardeft; for in W a r , Madam, vye can be relieved in our Duty: But in Love who wou'd take our Poft, is our Enemy; Emulation in Glory is tranfporting, but Rivals here intolerable. Lure. Thofe that bear awa ' the Prize in the Field, fhould boaft the fame Succefs in the Bed-chamber; and I think, confidering the Weakneis of our Sex, w e fhould make thofe our Companions who can be our Champions. Stand. I once, Madam, hop'd the Honour of defending you frpm all Injuries thro' a Title to your lovely Perfon, but now m y Love muft attend m y Fortune. This C o m million, Madam, was m y Pafport to the Fair ; adding a Noblenefs to m y Palfion, it ftampt a Value on m y Love ; 'twas once the Life of Honour, but n o w its Hearfe, and with it muft my Love be buried. Par. W h a t ! Disbanded, Colonel? Stand. Ye?, Mrs. Parley. Par. Faugh, the naufeous Fellow, he ftinks cf Poverty already. (Afide. Lure. His Misfortune troubles me, 'caufe it may prevent m y Defigns. (Afide. Stand. I'll chufc, M a d a m , rather to deftroy m y PafTionby abfcnce abroad, than have it ftarv'd at home. Lure. I'm lorry, Sir, you have fo mean an Opinion of my Affection, as to imagine it founded upon your Fortune. And to convince you of your Miftake, here I vow by all that's Sacred, T own the fame Affection n o w as before. Let it fuffice, m y Fortune is confiderable. Stand. N n , Madam, no ; I'll never be a Charge to her I love: The M a n that fells himfelf for Gold is the worft of Proftitutes. Lure. N o w were he any oiher Creature but a M a n , I cou'd love him. . (Afide. Stand. This only laft Requeft I make, that no Title recommend a Fool, Office introduce a Knave, nor a Coat a Coward to m y Place in your Affections; fo farewel m y Country, and adieu m y Love. (Exit. L»re. N o w the Devil take thee for being fo honourable : Here, Parly, call him back, I fhall lofe half m y Diverfion Fdfe; now for a Tryal of Skill. (Re-enter Colonel. SWihr,e In hdoop ey oyuou 'tlalk ep yaorudro nJ omuyr nCeuyr i?o fity, Stand. |