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Show The: Sonldiers Forfine me-- upo offa you orts e mumb your you, Sir, and would you put of Ser o breat an I'liv ‘a care a ‘hav huf huth Hufh don an ' ‘deca fellow ol a;poo an day I, alack-and well no' AlP' kno t lov od r Nat goo gone with me, Gentlémen, butm an Wenc prett fe t then an no thoug go how matter young Fellow Towze an Rowze and Frouze and Mowz a young, fellow dearly, faith dearl Conr, This is the moft extraordinary Rogue odd / lov 7ever met withall Bean. But Siv Folly, in the firft place, you muft know never to marry I have{wor Sir Sol. Iwould not have thee man, Jam a Batchelour my felf, an he man alrea marri fhe' befide been a Whore-Malter all my life coToba ly flove tur'd ill-n ard unto greafi Husband's an ol taking Cuckold; but plaguy Jealous Bean. Already a Cuckold, Sir Folly Sir-Sol, No, thatfhall be, my Boy,~ thou fhalt make him one, an I'll pimp for thee dear heart, andfhan'c/ hold the door, fhan't/pee -- / than' do littl yo il youde 7 than' hah Bean. What is it, I'd not:grant to oblige my Patron Sir Fol. An then doft hear I havealodgin .... for thee 1n m ow houfe; doft hear old Soul; in my own houfc; She lives the very nex door man, there's but a Wall to part her Chamber and thine, an thep for a peep-hole; odds fith I have a peep-hole for thee 'sbud P fhew thee, P'll fhew thee - Bead. But when, Sir Folly, Tam in hafte, impatient Sir fol. Why this very night man; poor Rogue's in hafte Rogue; but hear you poo Conr. The matter Sir Fol. Shan't' we dine together Bean, With all my heart Sir Fol. The Maw begins to empty, get you before, and befpea Dinner at the Blew Polls ; while I ftay behind and gather up a dif of Whores for a defert - Conr.: Be fure that they be lew'd, drunken; ftripping Whores Sic Folly that won't be affectedly {queamifh and troublefome Sir Fol 1 warrant you Cour. 1Ilove a welldifciplin'd Whore, that thews all the tricks of he profeflion with a wink, likean old Souldier that underftands all his Exercife by beat of Drum _S!z'r Fol. A Thief'? fayeft thou fo! 7 muft be better acquainte with that fellow ; hehas a notable Nofe; a hard brawny Carl true and trufty, and mettle 'll warrant him Béan. Well, Sir Folly, you'l not fail us Sir Jol. Faill ye! amZa Knight? hark ye Boys: I'll mufter thi evening, fuch a Regiment of Rampant, Roaring, Royfterous Whore that fhall make more noife than if all the Cats in the Hay-Marke were in conjunction: Whores ye Rogues, that fhall fwear with you drin i i w |