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Show The Way to win him. $3 Dur. Yes, Madam, there's Twelve pence; for that's the price on't. Bif. Sir, it coft a Guinea; Dur. Well, Madam, you fhall have the Sticks again; ( Throws them to her, and Exit.' Bif. Ha, ha, ba, ridiculous below m y Concern. I muft follow him, however, to know ;f he can give m e any News of Oriana. (Exit. SCENE changes t& Lamorce'* Lodgings. Enter Mirabel Solus. Mir. Bloody Hell-hounds, I over-heard you: Was not I two hours ago the happy, gay, rejoicing - Mirabel f H ow did I plume m y Hopes in a fair coming prolpect of a long Scene of Years ? Life courted me with all the Charms of Vigour, Youth, and Fortune ; and to be torn away from all m y promifed Joys, is more than Death: The manner too, by Villains. O my Oriana, this very moment might have blefs'd m e in thy Arms! and m y poor Boy, the innocent Boy I Confufion ! But hufh, they come ; I muft dif-femble. Still no News of m y Wine, Gentlemen ? Enter the Four Bravoes. ij. Bra. No, Sir, I believe your Country-booby has loft him-felff and we can wait no longer for't; - - true, Sir, you're a pleafant Gentleman, but I fuppofe you underftand our bufinefs. Mir. Sir, I may go near to guefs at your Employments; you, Sir, are a Lawyer , I prefume, you a Phyfician, you a Scrivener, you a Stock-jobber.-- A H Cut-throats, I Gad. [Afide. qth. Bra. Sir, I a m a Broken-Officer; I was cafhier'd at the Head of the Army for a Coward ; So I took up the Trade of Murder to retrieve the Reputation of m y Courage. ^d.Bra. I a m a Soldier too, and wou'd ferve m y King,but I don't like the Quarrel, and I have more honour than to fight in a bad Caufe. 2d. Bra. I was bred a Gentleman, and have no Eftate, but I muft have m y Whore and m y Bottle, thro' the prejudice of Education. ift. Bra. I a m a Ruffian too; by the prejudice of Education, I was bred a Butcher. In fhort, Sir, if your Wine had come, we might have trifled a little longer. Come, Sir, which Sword will you fall by ? mine, Sir; --; [draws. < 2d. Bra. |
