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Show The So 4 Sir7"".' t ' ‘ " { S e u H t o l d m t The Scene o pen a d r w b i 4 d o i putting y u y b o c e o c i f 1 l i f L l S ~ Si y t o f t o f a f b h u t l f m n l a Beay, But p s o d t m t t i t o ‘ u y Lady D. P'll Bean Sweet Creature e r t u c w ho c nea l a f y f l t l if a body:defires y him Sir Fol, Youfhall Sirrah t r 8 n f e l o f b l we thall fpoil all clfe, all w t e b l h f { n c y e e a n l a t y e n l e n out l l w r v t e b l h S r h Mzi, Mad [ Enter Masd l v D y o c u y l t a a a o Sir Fol. Odds fo, now c o r d i y r p a now ftir if you dare 3 ftir bu l fti yo ly ll ft y do, yo i | Pl hit you fuch a rap 1f yo do,l 1YE [ Enter Sir David m c a # a D m do o t Sir Da. My Dear, how dof Lady D. Ah Sir ! whatis'ty'ave done? Y'ave ruin'd me, your Fal fh h i w o go w l fh e w ' i r i al e u r F u y mil we flye Sir Da. Where fhall we go, why we'll goto bed you little Jackaver Boy ar yo Rogu yo Wen not ar yo dandy, wh he a r S 't fo e t b th y v l a Boy Lady D. Ah Sir, {ee there Sir Da. Blefs us, aman and bloody ! what upon my Hall Table Mogswl e ba 1 kflffi [0 gy T g ot o e ¥ g Da, M 1D, B \ pmfi)cm?? o gy ios Gt Ju, A lg D fr Da, Pri o dlickhin 4 ki adm bt motio | G LD, W 5 D4, Dra = { fode b S ol P s dohi 4 % pry M LD Lady D. Two Ruffians brought him injuft now, pronouncing thein- = D, Th humane deed was done by your command, Sir Folly came in the di- ftradting minute, or fure I had dy'd with my diftracting Fears, how coul . Wt you think on a revenge fo horrid HSlr'};}, Sir Da. As I hope to be fav'd Neighbour I only bargain'd with'em to Baftinado him'in a way, or fo, as one Friend might do to another; but do you fay that he is dead Sir Jol. Dead,dead as Clay3 ftark ftiff and ufelefs all, nothing a- %h\ B bout him ftirring, but alls cold and ftill 5 I knew him a lufty fellow once avery mettled Fellow, 'tisa thoufand pities CeR & -.8ir Da. What fhall Ido? P'll throw my- felf upon him, kif$ his wide o "‘fujl}\&)da wounds, and weep till blind as Buzzard W, '3‘ Lady D. Oh come not near him, there's fuch horrid Antipathy fol- : i lows all murders, his wounds would ftream afrefh fhou'd you but touc him Sir w Da. Dear Neighbour, Deareft Neighbour you love Charity pity m wretched Cafe Friend, Sir Fofly, a I and-give m give my Wife and all my Eftate to have him live again Counfel or fhallI bur him in the Arbour at the upper end of the Garden ‘Si W ommm-- 40 S o oW?fi) |