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Show Mo De Soldier's Fortune 3 Sylv. Oh, then yow'l forfake me You feck Bt opportunity again to leave me Court, Well, fince I am trapt thus Like a poor Beaft that'wanted better palture There is no Replevin, andI muft to Pound Enter Theod. Grat, and Lucr Theod, What in this Houfe Lucr. Here In this very Houfe My Coufin Sylvia, Conrtine's Jealous Wife Coming to Town, Lodg'd with her here laft N ight Theod. No more, T guefs the caufe w'are difappointed Do thou go ‘Gratian, Mufter what Friends *tis poflible ¥ Dear , Ple try my Intereft too; we'll ftorm your Fortrefs td Thatt &~ Enchanted Lady, though your G ant guard it Scere change [Exenm t0 the infide of a very fair Houfe, adormed with rich Fu n; ture and Lights "Enter Ruff. with Beaug, and Dared Joms, butyor Beang, Dogs fipid whing 1, R#ff Much better than your lan guage has deferv'd,Sir. [T hey unblindrem fitte L Raicals ! Villains! how do you intend to dea with us Beaug. Sirs for this noble ufage, had I a Sword or Piftol abo t me, would reward ye moft amply [They all bow and withdyam A Plague of your Civility! where the Devil are we Dared. \Where are we -quotha! why, we.are in 4 Palace Man, prithe look about thee a little Beang. By Heav'n here'sa Paradife5 hark Daredevil ! Mufick too Dared. I'le be hang'd if 'tis not a bawdy Dancing-School, fome bette Whores than ordinary defigning a private Ballum rancum, have pitcht up On our: two: proper petfons for the bus'nefs;. we are like to have a fwing ing tim on't, Beangard Beang. A plague o' your Cowardife / you were whining and praying juf now, and be hang'd to you Dared, 1 praying! prithee be quiet Man, I never pray'd in my life; no ever will pray: Praying quotha ! that's a merry jeft with all my Heart Beang Impuden in this half hour ience Poltroon ! h and ever would have torn him to pieces fa_ld two -dozen of Pmer--{\/afle W1tl'.1 jolt the Coach gave was afraid ‘the Devi Dared. Odd 1like this contrivance very well : Look, Beaigard, wha comes yonder? *sheart two Devils in Petticoats, how my Guts fhrink together [ Enter two Black Women Beang, Heyday! Lady Blackamores ! nay then we are certainly enchant.ed. What are you two, Maids of Homour to the Queen of Pomonkey? and thisone of her Palaces Dared. How 1 lon Harlots / 1 would bege Nota Word! now to be familiar with one of thofe Sooty-fac' a chopping Black Son. of 3 Whore upon her, in d, efianceS. to the Princeo,f Parkaefs Enter |