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Show Love and a Bottle. 37 Mock. Oh Lord! Mr. Lyrick, Honefty's quite out of Doors • 'tis a rare thing to find a M a n that's 3. true Friend, a true Friend is a rare thing indeed!-Mr.Lyrick, will you be my Friend ? I only want that Accompliftnnent. I have got a Miftrefs, a Dancing and Fencing-mafter; and now I want only a Friend, to be a fine Gentleman. Lyr. Have you never had a Friend, Sir ? Mock. Yes, a very honeft Fellow; our Ffiendfhip com-rnenc'd in the College-Cellar, and w e lov'd one another like two Brothers, till w e unluckily fell out afterwards at a G a me at Tables. Lyr. I find then that neither of ye loft by the fet. (Afide. But m y fhort Acquaintance can't recommend me to fuch a Truft. Mock. Pfhaw, Acquaintance! You muft be a M a n of Honour, as you're a Poet, Sir? Lyr. But what ufe would you make of a Friend, Sir? Mock. Onlv to tell m y Secrets to, and be m y Second. N o w , Sir, a Wit muft be beft to keep a Secret, becaufe what you fay to one's Prejudice will be thought Malice. Then you mutt have a Devilifh deal of Courage by your Heroick Writing. But know, that I alone am King of Me. Heav'ns! Sure the Author of that Line muft be a plaguy ftout Fellow ; it makes m e valiant as Hettor when I read it. Lyr. Sir, w e flick to what we write as little as Divines to what they preach. Befides, Sir, there are other Qualifications requifite in a Friend, he muft lend you Money. Now, Sir, I can't be that Friend, for I want forty Guinea?. Mock. Sir, I can lend you fifty upon good Security. sTwas the laft word m y Father fpoke on his Death-bed, that I fhou'd never lend Money without Security. Lyr. Fie, Sir! Security from a Friend, and a M a n of Honour by his ProfefTion too! Mock. By the Univerfe, that's true, you are m y Friend. Then I'll tell you a Secret-- (They whifper. Club. N o w will this plaguy Wit turn m y Nofe out of Joynt-I was m y Mafter's Friend before, tho I never found the Knack of borrowing Money ; tho' I have receiv'd fome Marks of his Friendfhip, fome found Drubs about the Head and Shoulders, or fo. I have been bound for him tpo, in the Stocks, for his breaking Windows, very often. Lyr. Mr. Mockmode, you may be impos'd upon. I wou'd fee dnoaum bt'htdi*s LLuacdiyn dyao; ub ucto utrhta.t Ifh ken loodwg eMsr .i nL otvheisw eHlolu fhaes, aI MmifuMtcwrhehf s |