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Show The Inconfyant: Or9 ACT V. SCENE, the Street before the Play-Hpufe $ Mirabel and Duretete as coming from the Flay. Dur. UO W d'ye like this Play? *••*- Mir. I lik'd the Company ; the Lady; the rich Beauty in the Front-box had m y Attention, thefe impudent Poets bring the Ladies together to fupport them, and to kill every body elfe. For Death's upon the Stage, the Ladies cry, But ne'er mind us that in the Audience die : The Poet's Hero fhou'd not move their pain, But they fhou'd weep for thofe their Eyes have fain. Dur. Hoity, toity ; did Phillis infpireyou with all this ? Mir. Ten times more; the Play-houfe is the Element of Poetry, becaufe the Region of Beauty, the Ladies, methinks have a more infpiring triumphant Air in the Boxes than any tvhere elfe, they fit commanding on their Thrones with all their Subject-flaves about them. Their beft Cloaths, beft Looks, Aiiniug Jewels, fparkling Eyes, the Treafure of the World in a Ring. Then there's fuch a hurry of Pleafure to tranfportus, the Buftle, Noife, Gallantry, Equipage, Garters, Feathers, Wigs, Bows, Smiles, Ogles, Love, Mufick and Applaufe. I cou'd wilh that m y whole Life-long were the firft Night of a N e w Play. Dur. The Fellow has quite forgot this Tourney; have you befpoke Poft-Horfes? Aiir. Grant m e but three days, dear Captain, one todif-cover the Lady, one to unfold m y felf, and one to make me happy; and then I'm yours to the World's end. Dur. Haft thou the impudence to promife thy felf a Lady of her Figure and Quality in fo fhort a time% Mir. Yes, Sir I have a confident Addrefs, no dif-agreeable Perfon, and Five hundnd £w«for« in m y pocket. Dur. Five hundred Lemdoresl Vou a'n't m a d ? Aiir. I tell you, fhe's worth Five thoufand; one of her Black Brilliant Eyes is worth a Diamond a3 big as her Head. I corn |