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Show the Sequel of the Trip to the Jubilee. 4^ m y Burial private. This deceiv'd m y Retinue; and by the Affiftance of m y W o m a n , and your faithful Servant, I got into Man's Cloaths, came home into England, and fent him to obferve your Motions abroad, with Orders not to undeceive you till your return. Here I met you in the Quality of Beau Banter, your bufie Brother, under which Difguife I have difappointed your Defign upon m y Lady Lurewell; and in the Form of a Ghoft, have reveng'd the Scandal fhe this Day threaflupon me, and have frighted her fufficiently from lying aloner I did refolve to have frighted you likewife, but you yvere too hard for me. Wild. H o w weak, how fqueamilh, and how fearful are W o men when they want to be humour'd ! and how extravagant how daring, and how provoking, when they get the impertinent Maggot in their Head ! But by what means, my Dear, cou'd you purchafe this double Difguife ? how came you by m y Letter to m y Brother ? Ang. By intercepting all your Letters fince I came home. But for m y Ghoftly Contrivance, good Mrs. Parley (mov'd by the Juftnefs of m y Caufe, and a Bribe) was my chief Engineer. Enter Fireball and Marquis. Fire. Sir Harry, if you have a mind to fight it out, there's your M a n ; if not, I have difcharg'd m y Truft. WHd. Oh, Monfieur! Wo'n't you falute your Miftrefs, Sir? Mar. Oh, Morbleu! Begar me muft run to fome odef Country now for m y Religion. Ang. O h ! what the French Marquis! I know him. Wild. Ay,ay,3my Dear, you do know him , and leant be angry, becaufe 'tis the Fafhion for Ladies t» know every body : But methinks, Madam, that Picture now ! hang it, con-fidering 'twas m y Gift, you might have kept it. But no matter; m y Neighbours lhall pay for't. Ang. Picture, m y Dear! Cou'd you think I e'er wou'd part with that? N o ; of all m y Jewels, this alone i kept, 'caufe 'twas given by you. (Shews the Pitture. Wild. Eh! Wonderful! And what's this ? (Pulling out t'other Picture. Ang. They're very much alike. * Wild. So like, that one might fairly pafs for t'other. Monfieur Marquis, ecoute. • You did lie wid m y Vife, and fhe did give you de Picture for your pain. Eh ! Come, Sir, add to your France Politique a little of your Native Impudence, and tell us plainly how you came by't. A6• tr. |