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Show T he Stuldiers Forture 6 Sir §ol. Odds fo! odds fo! the Conftable and his Watch ! what' to be done now? get ye both into the Alcove there, get ye gon quickly, quickly, no noifg, no noife, d'ye hear the Conftable and hi Watch ! A Pox on the Conftable and his Watch, what the Devil hav (e the Conftable and his Watch to do here < Weloome, v Enter Conftable, Watch, 4nd Sir Davy. Seene flnits hope i 0th together. they are dey 0e's but fhor Sir Jolly comes forward Confe. This way, this way, Gertlemen, ftay one of yé at the door and let no body pafs, do you hear? Sir Jolly, your fervant Sir fol. What ' this outrage, this difturbance committed upon m Houfe and Family; Sir, Sir, Sir ! What do you mean by thefe doing fweet Sir? hoh !-nou Conft. Sir having received information that the Body of a murder' Man is conceal'd in your Houfe; I am come, according to my duty to make fearch and difcover the truth ftand to my afliftance Gentlemen Sor Fol. A murder'd man, Sir Sr Da. Yes a murder'd Man Sir, Sir Solly, Sic Folly, T am forry t <fee a perfon of your Chara@er and Figure in the Parifh concern® i frisk, and be b 1, mightilyplea opher than]th have read Bo»sks» pretty Notion | an' ye don'ted :ighbbura i ta cop: 0dd or Sir Da. - When your wotfhip's come to be hang'd yow'l find th meaning on't, Sir. I fayonce more, fearch the Houfe Confr. 1t fhall be done, Sir, come-a-long Friends [ Exzt Conftable a#nd Watch Sir Jol. Search my Houfe, oh Lord, fearch my Houfe, what will become of me? I fhall lofe my Reputation with Man and Woman, an no bod will ever truf , 1 healandth, [ror;h,B° J ( o1 Conlik ad qo i t be difcover'd do whatI can; I'll fing 2 Song like a dying Swan try to give 'em warning an Go from the Windows my Love, my Love, wy Love Go from the Windsw my Dear The Wind and the Rai Has brought 2em back again And thow canft have no - Lodging here Oh Lord, fearch my Houfe Sir Da. Break down that deor break down that door, I fay VIl have that Doo broke open [ Knocking withéz_z i me again : Oh Lord, fearch my Houft, all wil o (B évery My er like 2 aic Murder, I fay Sir Fol. Here'sa Dog! here's a Rogue for you, here's a Villain, here' a Cuckoldly Son of his Mother, I never knew a Guckold in my life that was not a falfe Rogue in his heart, there are no honeft Fell w living but Whore-mafters; heark you Si¥, whata Pox do you.mean t)fi'ou had beft play the Fool and fpoil all, you had, what's all thi T . aea T e |
