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Show The Conftant Couple. 3 5 Gin. Why, truly Sir, I have forgot it: I told you, that I bad a very treacherous Memory. Stand. I'll engage, you fhall remember me this Month, Rafcal. (Beats him off, and Exit. Enter Lurewell and Parly. Lure. Fortboon,fortboon,fortboon: This is better than I expected ; but Fortune ftill helps the Induftrious. Enter Clincher. Gin. A h ! The Devil take all Intriguing, fay I, and him who firft invented Canes. That curs'd Colonel has got fuch a knack of beating his Men, that he has left the Mark of a Collar of Bandileers about m y Shoulders. Lure. O m y poor Gentleman ! A n d was it beaten ? Gin. Yes, 1 have been beaten : But where's m y Cloaths ? m y Cloaths ? Lure. What, you won't leave m e fo foon, m y Dear, will ye ? Gin. Will ye? If ever I Deep into a Colonels Tent agen, may I be forc'd to run the Gauntlet. But m y Cloaths, Madam. Lure. I fent the Porter down-flairs with them : Did not you meet him ? Gin. Meet him ! No, not I. Par. N o ! He went out of the Back-door, and is run clear away, I'm afraid. Clin. Gone, fay you ! and with m y Cloaths! m y fine fu-bilee Cloaths ! O, the Rogue, the Thief! I'll have him hang'd for Murder. But, how lhall I get home in this Pickle ? , , _ , Par. I'm afraid, Sir, the Colonel will be back prcfently; for he dines at home. Gin. Oh, then I muft fneak off! W a s ever M a n fo m a - nag'd! to have his Coat well thrafh'd, and lofe his Coat too ? ° (Exu. Lure. Thus the Noble Poet fpoke Truth : Nothing futes worfe with Vice than want of Senfe : Fools are ftill wicked at their own Expencc. Par. Methinks, Madam, the Injuries you have fuffer'd by Men, muft be very great, to raife fuch heavy Retentments a-gainff the whole Sex. ,, r a . ., Lure. The greateft Injury that W o m a n coud luliain ; they robb'd me of that Jewel, which preiervd, exalts our Sex almoft to Angels; buc deftroy'd, debafes us below the worlt ot Brutes, Mankind. p |
