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Show 32 Sir Harry Wildair 5 being Gin. What; aboard the BeUebub ! - Nay, nay, dear Captain, I'll chufe to go to the Devil this w a y . - Here, Sir, your good Health ; - and m y own Confufion, I'm afraid- (Drinks it off.) O h ! Fire! Fire! Flames! Brimftone and Tobacco! CBeats his Stomach. Fire. Here, quench it, quench it then. - Take the Glafs, Sir. Clin. What, another Broadfide! N a y then, I'm funk downright. - - Dear Captain, give m e Quarter; confider the preT lent juncture of Affairs; you'll fpoil m y Head, ruin m y Politicks ; faith you will. Fire. Here, Shark. Clin. Well, well, I will drink. The Devil take Shark forme. [Drinks.] Whiz, Buz. Don't you hear it ? Put your Ear to m y Breaft , and hear how it whizzes like a hot Iron. ' - Eh ! Blefs me, how the Ship rouls! - - I can't ftand upon m y Legs, faith. Dear Captain, give m e a Kifs. Ay, burn the Succeffion. Look ye, Captain, I fhall be Sea-fick prefently. f Falls into Fireball'* Arms. 1 Enter Shark, and another with a Chair. Fire. Here, in with him. Sha. Ay, ay, Sir. Avaft, avaft. - - Here, Boy. -. N o Nants left. * C Topes the Glafs. Fire. Bring him along. Clin. Politicks, Politicks, Brandy Politick?. SCENE changes to Lurewell'j Appartment. Enter Lurewell and Parley. Lure. Did you ever fee fuch an impudent young Rogue as that Banter i He follow'd his Brother up and down from place to place lo very clofe, that w e cou'd not fo much as whifper. Par. I reckon, Sir Harry will difpofe of him now, Madam, where he may be fecur'd. But I wonder, Madam, why Clincher comes not, according to his Letter! 'tis near the Hour. Lure. I with, Parley, that no harm may befal m e to Day; for I had a moft frightful Dream laft Night; I dreamt of a Moufe. Par. 'Tis ftrange, M a d a m , you fhou'd be fo mucb afraid of that little Creature that can do you no harm! Lure. Look ye, Girl, w e W o m e n of Quality have each of us fome darling Fright. 1 n o w hate a Moufe; m y Lady Lovecards abhors a Cat; Mrs. Fiddlefan can't bear aSquirril; the Counteis of Picquet abominates a Frog ; and m y Lady Swimair hates a Man,, $ S Enter |