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Show - 02 S0uldier's Fortune . thls mufi b Ao v 4 Pth' and d&ifi- ot Key g v Q1 1 L Ewnter Gratian and Theodoret " 10 order Grat . Hefe are your Men of Honour now : I neve roaring, {wathing Spark, thata,t th bottom, was good fo any thing Theod. Your faux Braves always put on a e than ordinary; as your beggarly half-Ge tlemen always wear tawdsy finer Cloat than their Fortune will afford em Grat. But, to lye conceal'd in private i the Houfe with her Tbeod. Dam' her, the's a Proftitute ; has gi Arms Grat, Yet, I'll warrant you, fhe has an 5 as Alas! you know, Woman is but a eak Veflal Theod. A Pox o the weaknefsof her Vef wor were in her Throat ! Bue will our Frien s be ready Grat. Moft puntually. It was an odd o d Fellow, that, which we me with. Was he certainly Beangard's Father Theod. No body can fwear that, for his other was a Woman 3 but cha merry conceited old Gentleman has the ho our of it: he has the Title, bu whofe was the Property, that I dare n t determine Grat. 1 hope he'll be as good as his wo d with us Theod. 1t will not be amifs if it prove fo Sce, here he comes too Jittle Rafig But prither newly rify [ Know ho ntract Ar well-inftratted Night Fatigwt our or £wo of i the C y Ai Methou w0 Black Wfi"'{" Enter Father and Fourbine W Fath. You e, you Dog; you Scanderbeg Varlet, yo l c that he fate up allNight with 2 Confort of Whore-ma ters and Harlots 3 an have you the impudenc d yo yith all my b e bet(ers | ?e‘lf‘,‘. s withany Be ILs V (o e p ¢ind Lajah?fi: o i gyof Afte to tell me heis not at home ? Do not I know, you Villain, that, after a Debauch, he will out-fnore a leet-ffreet-Conftable and al his Watch, for fix hours; and dare you tell me, he is not a terpillar Fourbe Upon the word of a true Valet de Chambre, Sir 1 deal fincerely an honeftly with you Fath, No more to be faid : But, Sirrah, do you take noti i and tell him, h fhall pay for this; pay for it, do you hear you Moogril Fob meoff with ten ftinking Guinnies, when I had lof a hundred ! Fiend and Furies, I'll not bear it, Good morrow my little Thund r-bolts ! Wha {ay you, my tiny brace of Blunderbuffes ? can I be {ervic able? fhall we abou the bufinefs while it is pra@icable ? hah e - Theod. Have you confidered of it throughly, Sir Fath. Trouble thy head no farther; 1l do't; my Dar ing Tbeod. Have you confidered, Sir, that (he is your Son's Mifire(s 480 |