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Show 54 The Inconflant : Or, 2d. Bra. Or mine: [dram. %d. Bra. Or mine : [drams. ^th. Bra. Or mine: [draws. Mir. I fcorn to beg m y Life; but to be butcher'd thus! O, there's the Wine:- this moment for [knocking.] m y Life or Death. Enter Oriana. Loft, for ever loft! Where's the Wine,Child? [faintly. Ori. Coming up, Sir. [Stamps.] Enter Duretete with his Sword drawn, and fix of the grand with their Pieces prefented, the Ruffians drop their Oriana goes off. Mir. The Wine, the Wine, the Wine. Youth, Pleafure," Fortune, Days and Years, are n o w m y own again. . Ah, m y dear Friends, did not I tell you this Wine wou'd make m e merry ? • Dear Captain, thefe Gentlemen are the beft natur'd , facetious, witty Creatures, that ever you knew. Enter Lamorce. Lam. Is the Wine come, Sir? Mir. O yes, Madam, the Win e is come fee there • Your Ladylhip has got a very fine Ring [Pointing to the Soldiers.] upon your Finger. Lam. Sir, 'Tis at your Service. Mir. O ho ! is it lb ? Thou dear Seven hundred Pound, thou'rt welcome home again, with all m y Heart. Ad's m y Life, Madam, you have got the fineft built Watch there! Tompions, I prefume. Lam. Sir, you may wear it. Mir. O , Madam, by no means, 'tis too much. Rob you of all! [Taking it from her.] Good dear Time, thou'rt a precious thing. I'm glad I have retriev'd thee. [Putting it up.] What, m y Friends neglected all this while ! Gentlemen, you'll pardon m y Complaifance to the Lady. How now ! - i s it fo civil to be out of humour at m y Entertainment, and I fo pleafed with yours? Captain, you're fur-prie'd at all this! but we're in our £rolicks, you muft know. Some Wine here. Enter Servant with Wine. Come, Captain, this worthy Gentleman's Health. [fweakes the firft Bravo by the Nofe, he roars. But now, where, where's m y dear Deliverer, m y Boy, my charming Boy ? I. Bra, e- |