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Show 24 The Inconftant: Or, a lewd Play-maker, your Honour to an Attorney" your Body to the Phyficians, and your Soul to its Mafter. Mir. I had the oddeft Dream laft night of the Dutchefs of Burgundy, methought the Fourbelows of her G o w n were pinn'd up fo high behind, that I cou'd not fee her Head for her Tail. Bif. The Creature don't mind m e ! do you think, Sir, that your humorous Impertinence can divert m e ? No, Sir, I'm above any Pleafure that you can give, but that of feeing you miferable. A n d mark me, Sir; m y Friend, m y injur'd Friend fhall yet be doubly happy, and you fhall be a Husband as much as the Rites of Marriage, and the Breach of'em can make you. [Here Mir. pulls out a Virgil, and reads to himfelf while fhe fpeaks.. Mir., [Reading.] At Regina dolos, quis fallere poffit amantem. Diffimulare etiamjperafli, per fide, tantum [Very true. Poffc nefas. By your Favour, Friend Virgil, 'twas but a tefcally trick of your Hero to forfake poor Pug fo inhumanely. Bif. I don't know what to fay to him. The Devil 1 what's Virgil to us, Sir ? Mir. Very much, M a d a m , the moft apropo in the World for, what fhou'd I chop upon, but the very place where the perjur'd Rogue of a Lover and the forfaken Lady arc bat-teling it tooth and nail. Come, Madam, fpend your Spirits no longer, we'll take an eafier method : I'll bz*AZneas now, and you fhall be Dido, and we'll rail by Book. N o w for you, M a d a m Dido. Nee tc nofier amor, nee te data dexter a quondam Nee Moritura tenet crudeli funere Dido Ah poor Dido ! [Looking at her: Bif. Rudenefs, Affronts, Impatience! I cou'd almoft flart out even to Manhood, and want but a W e a p o n as long as his to fight him upon the fpot. What fhall 1 lay ? Mir. N o w fhe rants, Qua quibus anteferam, jam jam nee Maxima Juno. Bif. A M a n ! N o , the Woman's Birth was fpirited away. Aiir. Right, right, M a d a m , the very words. Bif. And fome pernicious Elf left in tbe Cradle with humane Shape to palliate growing Mifchief. [Both fpeak together) and raife their Voices by degrees. Mir. Perfde,fed duris genuit te Cautibus horrens Caucaftu, hircanaeque admorunt Ubcra Tigres. Bif. Go, Sir, fly to your midnight Revels* Mir. [ Excellent.] Ifequere Italiamvends, pete regna per Hndai\ i Spero equidem mediis, fi quid pia numina poffunt. [To"gBeitfh.e r a? |