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Show 18 Sir Harry Wildair $ being Ban. Why, look ye, Sir; you may have the Honour of being cali'd the Lady Lurewell's Husband ; but you will never find in any Author, either Ancient or Modern, that She's cali'd Mt.Standard's Wife. 'Tis true, you're a handfome young Fellow; fhe lik'd you; fhe marry'd you; and tho' the Prieft made you both one Flefh, yet there's no fmall diftin-ction in your Blood. You are ftill a disbanded Colonel, and (he is ftill a W o m a n of Quality, I take it. Stand. A n d you are the moft impudent young Fellow I ever met with in all m y Life, I take it. Ban. Sir, I'm a Mafter of Arts, and I plead the privilege of m y ftanding. Enter a Servant, and whifpers Banter. Ser. Sir, the Gentleman in the Coach below, fays, he'll be gone unlets you come prefently. Ban. I had forgot.- Coll. your humble Servant. (Exit. Stand. Sir, you muft excufe m e for not waiting on you down-ftairs. A n impudent young Dog. (Exit another way. SCENE changes to another Apartment in the fame Houfe. Enter Lurewell, Ladies, Monf. Marquis and Fireball, as loftng Gamefters, one after another, tearing their Cardst and flinging 'em about the Room. Lure. Ruin'd! Undone! Deftroy'd! I. La, O h Fortune! Fortune! Fortune ! 2. La. W h a t will m y Husband fay ? Monf. O h malheur! malheur ! malheur ! Fire. Blood and Fire, I have loft fix Month's Pay. Monf. A hundred and ten Piftols, fink me. Fire. Sink you! fink me, that have loft T w o hundred and ten Piftols. Sink you indeed! Lure. But why wou'd you hazard the Bank upon one Card ? Monf. Becaufe me had lofc by de Card tree times before. -• Look, dere M a d a m , de very next Card had been our. O h Morbleu! qui fat Lure. I rely'd altogether on your letting the Cards; you us'd to Tailie with fuccefs. Monf. Morbleu, Madam, m e nevre lofe before: But dat Monfieur Sir Arry, dat Chevalier Wildair is de Devil. Where is de Chevalier ? Lure. Counting our Money within yonder. • Go, go, be gone; and bethink your felf of fome Revenge. Here he comes. Entfr |