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Show 2 Luer. Farewel; ll away, and leave ye fairly both together. [ Ext. Lucr 1 Jealog 'twa?s nobly done, two to one had been odds elfe: Had it not prett one Sylv. Why, who are you, Sir Court. E'en a wandring Knight, that have forfaken my Caftle in th ¢ L meth - Country, and am come up to Town for Preferment truly W my Perp Sylv. Andone would think fo proper, lufty, a well-made Fellow as yo are {hould not be long out of Employment Court. Doft thou know me, my Weareft Court. "ThenI.am fure thou canft have no Exception againft me Sylv. But fuppofe I had a mind to a little farther Acquaintance wit you; what then, Sir Cours. Why, then thou may'ft reafonably fuppofe that I'll make no evi Ufe of thy good Inclinations ; Faith there are very pretty Gardens- hereabouts, let us commit a Trefpafs for once, break into one of 'em, an vited meto tis 1ttle with me. ufe this Refd roll a Camomile-walk together this Morning s her, a Sylv. OhLord,, Sir Court, She's coming already Sylv. 1f 1. fhould let you make advantage of ‘my Weaknefs now, yo oy 1 oot fleepin peac of Marra yer arr1a0 would be falfe afterwards, forfake me, and break my heart Court. Pretty fool ! What innocent fcruples the makes.! Sylv. Have you no other Miftrefs already.? have you no.Engagement that will return hereafter upon your heart to my prejudice Court, Shall I fwear i Sylv. But han't you truly il}' l()[hcs ¢ Conrt. If 1 have, maythat blew Mountain over our heads there, fal down and crufh me like a pelted Toad, ... ; sy o Sylv. Tofhew you then thatI defere your Faith-- €ourt. W hat wilt thou fhew me % - Sylv. A Face which I am not atham'd of, though youw'l perhaps be fcan daliz'd when you fee it g Court. The Devil take me if I am though, {0 it:prove not-very horri ble indeed e R A T TE o eh o L Sylv. What think youthén, Sir, isitfucha oneas youlookt for Court. Myown Wife! .. {614, aery aite Sylv. Yes, thy unhappy Wife, ~ g ‘Thou falfe, deceitful, perjur'd, fhamlefs Wretch Have I deferv'd this from thee Court Pox confound her.- .. ;.. (i it - K k k ; [ Takes ous 4 Book.and falls 10 readmg ~ Sylv. Ts this the recompenie of all my love Did I beltow my Fortune on thy ;Wants Humble my felf to be thy Dove-like Wife. And is this a!! I''m worth ? Cowrt, Wealth 1s a grea A f i g w '1". eli R Provocativ i ié f i Sylv. No hall mot b f g Court. What, fly thy ground, faint Soldier! How, another! Nay the Enter Courtine " Soldier''s Fortune 1- T BRSN . l."{ g 1 Blei I‘ i |