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Show ‘\ :l Ui th": D} M 10 marfy Rey AT, Yogo 10 trul | a¥, | haye AL b hi Canl VLA s Soue Beang. But, Sit, to make fhort of the matter, I am of the Religion o my Country, hate Perfecution and Penance, love Conformity, which is go ing to Church once a Month, well enough; refolve to make this tranfitor Life as pleafant and delightful asI can ; and for fome {ober Reaf ns bef known to my felf, refolve never to marry Fath, Look me in the Face; ftand ftul, and look me in the Face. o you won't marry Beang - No, Sir Fatn. Oh Lord Beang. But Pll do fomething that fhall be more for your good, and pethaps may pleafe youas well Knowing Fortune of late has not been altogeter {o good-natur'd as fhe might have been, and that your Revenues ar fomething anticipated, be pleas'd, Sir, to go home as well fatisfi'd as yo can, and my Servant fhall not fail to meet youat your Lodgings, with Hundred {miling Smock-fac't Guinea's, within this half-hour: Now wh the Devil would marry Fath. No Body that has half an ounce of Brains in his Noddle : Th ungodly good-natur'd Rogue is in the right on't ; damnably, damnably i the right on't Beang. So, here's your Father for you now Fath. But leok you Fack now, little Fack, Two thoufand pounds a year Why thou wilt be a damnable rich Rogue now, if thou doft not mtarr though I know thou wilt live bravely and delicioufly, eat and drink nobly have always half a dozen honeft, jolly, true-fpirited, fpritely Friends abou thee, and fo forth, hah ! Then for Marriage, to fpeak the truth on't, it i at the beft but a chargeable, vexatious, uneafie fort of Lifes- it ruin'd me Jack, utterly ruin'd thy poor old Father, Fack Thou wilt be fure to rememoer the Hundred pound, Sackie-boy, hah Beang. Molt punctually, Sir Fath. Thou fhalt always, ever How and then; that i1s, lend thy old Father a Hundred pound, or {o, uponagood occafion; ¥ack, after this manner, in a Friendly way: You muft make much of your old Daddy, Fack: But if thou haft no mind to't, the truth on't is, I would never have the marty Beang, Not marry, Sir .Fclfl? Beang NO No Fath, No A Huandred Pound, Fack isa pretty little round Sum Beang. 1'1l not fail of fending it - Fath. Then, Fack,, it will do as well to let thy Man come to me to Zurr the Eightl's Head in the Back Street, behind my Lodgings: There' a Cu of {mart Racy Canary, Fack, will make an old Fellow? Heart as light as Feather. Ah, little Fackic-rogue, it Glorifies through the Glafs, and th Nits dance about in't like Attoms in‘the Sun-fhine, you young Dog Beang. Do You intend to Dine there, Sir I Hlora Fath. Ay, Man; I have two or - th¥ee bonny1 old Tilbir1741y - R yfterers with delicate red Faces, and bald Crowns, that have ebliged me to me o B g GLAlRYeYSre Ththaag i ‘n\q The Soliier's Fortune o )1 i 1 i RN) (& f R £ |i | |