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Show The Souldier's Fortune Fath. FJacky, 1 hope. Facky at the Head of Mirmidons his Property. - Loo 1, neithey 10 which ¢f Sir, it will be your beft way to clofe with him > for, in hort, the Atheift Dardevill, your Antagonift, is dead Sir v 1oy Finger ler Quarel, an ¢ beft maturd b Zheod. Hah! Dead Fath, Dead. m s ¢he Sy Mutde Fath So much the better. Porciz, let us run up to the eads, and cry ou to the Streets this Moment Then 1 find that I am but a fhort liv'd Sinner; fa ewell for ever ol Hock, Sherry, Nutmeg and Sugar, Seven and leven; Sink-Tray, and th Doublets ! Never comes better of rebleting againft one's natu al born Children I fhall be hanged one of thefe Sun-fhiny Mornings, nd a Ballad come. out i the Afternoon to a lamentable Eighty eight Tune o the careful Son, and pro~ digal Father Dead faid you, Sir Grat, Or, at leaft, cannot furvive halfan Hour therefore it is my Opinio that we inftantly quit the Houfe, and provide all for our S fety T v TIC COUS¢ Wi ender Heart thet I are of yout waln hamber, t youbr ne v O/ N UU E, tnr 1 \ vo I" eod. Confufion, Devils Porcia. Nay, Sir, ftand faft! dare but to opena Door Moment P'll alarm the Town poor Man's Blood Sir; by Heav'n, tha you fhall not think to efcape, reeking with fhed in defence of me Theod. Lady, no fooling Porcia 1 n V0 ) 'kfl v 'r (Emhl" \gr 3 ¥ e > Gratian. Yes dead; Sir ) 1 - 10rment a0y Qfié-‘v¢1-7m=¢.e-‘q 1S T foong S AR T e 0kt Confingryg Conlcience, and am fenfible I have been a Rebel : wh refore, if my Liege So and Heir have recruited his Power, and be once more p ir Arms, Loyalty an Natural Affection, Friends, will work, I muft pronounc for Prince Facky and hereI refolve to defend his Tersitories | Draws a broad Sword Grat. If Psince Facky have Intereft enough to get your ardon for Murder 0t‘mgu}imagne e + 4.1b _ you," Gentlemen; I muft confefs, I have Remorfe No Sir, no fooling: but now Sir, do you to your Chamber, Sir t your Chamber; to your Prayer-Book and Repentance ; Faft ng and Humiliation will be good for you: To.your Chamber, Sir 3 as you ender you Neck, Sir. Zheod. Damnation ! Unhand me Forcia. Il dye €'er Nl unhold you. - Think you fo barb'r ufly to.leave m here in the Houfe with a dead Wretch, and have the Punithm nt of his horri Murder light on my innocent Head Thead. What do you refolve todo, Sir Fath. Doy Sir! 'What can Irefolve to do, Sir > T have no means to ho e t efcape, Sir: for, in the firlt place, I hav n Money 5 an a Man that kill another, without Money in his pocket, isin a very hopeful condition. . Inth next place, for a difguife; 1 have no Cloaths but thefe you f{ce on m Back with this Tripe-Buff Belt here, which there is not a Conftable in the.whol City but knows, and has had in his Cuftody, Sword. and all. Look you, Gentlemen, I havecivilly kill'd a Man fot your Service ; it you will refolve, fairl and {quarely, to hang like Friends together, fo : If not, I mutiny3 and th word.is, Difcover the Plot,the old Boy muft impeach Ente é ,'5 g? i il ‘! |