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Show The Recruiting Officer. 57 tions, artful Baits, deceitful Arguments, cuniifng Pretences; then your impudent Behaviour, loofe Expreffions, familiar Letters, rude Vifits; remember thofe, thofe Mr. Worthy. Wor. I do remember, and a m forry I made no better ufe of'em. (Afide.) But you may remember, M a d a m , that Mel. Sir, I'll remember nothing 'Tis your Intereft that I fhou'd forget: You have been barbarous to me, I have been cruel to you; put that and that together, and let one ballance the other Now if you will begin upon a new Score, lay afide your adventuring Airs , and behave your felf handfomely till Lent be over; here's m y hand, I'll ufe you as a Gentleman fhou'd be. Wor. A n d if I don't ufe you as a Gentlewoman fhou'd be, may this be m y Poifon. (Kiffing her hand. Enter a Servant. Ser. M a d a m , the Coach is at the Door. Mel. I a m going to Mr. BaUance's Country Houfe to fee m y Coufin Silvia; 1 have done her an Injury, and can't be eafie, till I have ask'd her Pardon. Wor. I dare not hope for the Honour of waiting on you. Mel. M y Coach is full; but if you will be fo gallant as to mount your own Horfes and follow us, w e fhall be glad to be overtaken, and if you bring Captain Plume with you, w e fhan't have the worfe Reception. Wor. Ill endeavour it. (Exit leading Melinda. .SCENE,^ Market-Place. Enter Plume and Kite. Plume. A Baker, a Taylor, a Smith, and a Butcher 1 believe the firft Colony planted in Virginia had not more Trades in their Company than I have in mine. Kite. The Butcher, Sir, will have his hands full; for we have two Sheep-Stealers among us 1 hear of a Fellow too committed juft n o w for ftealing of Horfes. Plume. Well difpofe of him among the Dragoons Have w e ne'er a Poulterer among us ? Kite. Yes, Sir, the King of the Gipfies is a very good one, he has an excellent hand at a Gcofe or a Turkey • Here's Captain Brazen, Sir, I muft go look after the Men. r (Exit. Enter Brazen reading a Letter. Braz. Um, um, um, the Canonical Hour Um, um, yery well^^-My dear Plume! Give me a Bufs. Plume |