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Show 18 The Inconftant : Or, Dur. Wou'd I were out of his Dominions by this Light lhe'11 make m e drunk too. Bif. O pardon me, Sir, you fhall do me right, fill it higher-- now, Sir, can you drink a Health under your Leg?3 Dur. Rare Philofopby that, faith. Bif. Come, off with it, to the bottom now how d e like me, Sir ? Dur. O, mighty well, Madam. Bif. You fee how a Woman's Fancy varies, fometimes fplcnetick and heavy, then gay and frolickfume - and how d'e like the Humour? Dur. Good Madam, let m e fit down to anfwer you, for I a m heartily tir'd. Bif. Fyeupon't; a young M a n , and tir'd; upforihame, and walk about, Action becomes us-1-a little fafter, .Sir-i what d'ye think now of m y Lady La Pale, and Lady Coquet the Dukes fair Daughter? H a ! Are they not brisk Lafles? Then thercs is black Mrs. Bellair, and brown Mts.Bellface, Dur. They are all Strangers to me, Madam. Bif. But let me tell you, Sir, that Brown is not always defpicable O Lard, Sir, if young Mrs. BagatellhaA Kept her felf fingle till this time o' day, what a Beauty there had been! And then, you know, the Charming Mrs. Monkeylove, the fair G e m of St. Germains. Dur. Upon m y Soul. I don't. Bif. And then you muft have heard of the Englifh Beau, Spleenamore, how unlike a Gentleman Dur. Hey not a Syllable on't, as I hope to befav'd, Madam. Bif. N o ! W h y then play m e a Jig; come, Sir. Dur. By this Light I cannot; faith, Madam,I have fprain'd my Leg. Bif Then fit you down, Sir; and now tell me what's your Bufinefs widi m e ? What's your Errand ? Quick, quick, di-fpatch odfo, may be, you are fome Gentleman's Servant, that have brought me a Letter, or a Haunch of Ve-nifon. Dur. 'Sdeath, Madam, do I look like a Carrier? Bif. O, cry you mercy, Sir, I faw you juft now, I miftook you, upon m y word ; you are one of the Travelling Gentlemen and pray, Sir, how do all our impudent Friends in Italy * Dur. Madam, I came to wait oh you with a more ferious IBnitfen.t ion than your Entertainment has anfwer'd. |