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Show The Conftant Couple. 25 SmUg. O! For Charity's fake, Madam, refcue a poor Citizen. Lure. O you barbarous M a n ! Hold, hold, Frapez,, plus rudemen, Frapez,, I wonder you are not afham'd, (Holding Wild. A poor reverend honeft Elder- ~ (Helps Smug. up. It makes m e weep to fee him in this Condition, poor M a n ! N o w the Devil take you, Sir Harry For not beating H i m harder: Well, m y dear, you fhall come at Night, and I'll make you amends. (Here Sir Harry takes Snufh. Smug. Madam, I will have amends before I leave the Place, Sir; H o w durft you ufe m e thus ? Wild. Sir ? Smug. Sir, I fay that I will have Satisfaction. Wild. WTith all m y heart. (Throws Snufh into his Eyes. Smug. O ! Murder, Blindnefs, Fire ; O Madam, Madam, get m e fome Water, Water, Fire, Fire, Water. (Exit with Lurewell. Wild. H o w pleafant is refentingan Injury without Paffion ? Tis the Beauty of Revenge. Let Statefmen plot, and under Bufinefs groan, And fettling publick Ouiet lofe their own; Let Soldiers drudge and fight for Pay or FamT, For when they're fhot, I think 'tis much the fame. Let Scholars vex their Brains with Mood and Tenfe, "I1 And mad with Strength of Reafon, Fools commence. Lofwg their Wits in je arching after Senfe; Their S u m m u m Bonum they muft toyl to gain, Andfeeking Pleafure, fpend their Life in Pain. I male the moft of Life, no Hour mifpend, Pleafure's the Means, and Pleafure is my End. No Spleen, no Trouble fhall my time deftroy. Life's but a Span; III every Inch enjoy. (Exit. The End of the Second ACT. A CT |
