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Show = ,4 . ( " lfiovery " Gom: 'Why, what will you have me fay2 Ithink you'll mak me mad: ‘Truth has beenat my Tongue's end this half hour, an I have no powe Wy Colonel. Alph. What Colonel e Propar ;Omf: ' dC‘:t b clgvuy ju iog um ok g that be b Tupt her Huo his Fif clu himfel s W i o elf o e gt thou i o . m v'd fanen " Lot bee the mnsal to bring it out for fear of this bloudy minde Gom. Why my Colonel 1 mean my Wive'sColonel that ap pears there to me like my malus genius, and terrifies me Alph. (Turning.) Now'youare mad indeed, Gomrez5 this is my Son Lorenzo Gom. How! your Son Lorenzo! it is impofiible Aiph. As true as your Wife Elvirais my Daughter Lor. What, haveI taken all this pains-abour a Sifter Gom. No, you have taken fome-about mes T am fure, if yo are her Brother, my Sides can thew the Tokens of our Alliance. Alph. to Lor. You knowI put yourSifter into aNunnery, wit a{trict command, oot to fee you, for fear you thould have wrough upon her to have taken the Habit, which was never my Intention and confequently, I:married her without your knowledge, ‘that i might not be in your power to prevent.it Elvi. Xou fee, Brother, I had a natural afletion to you Lor. What a delicious:Harlot have Iloft! Now, Pox upon me for beinf g near akin to thee Elv:. However, we are both beholden to: Fryar Domixic, th Church is an indulgent Mother, fhe never fails-todoc her part Dom, Heaven! what will become of me Gom. Why; you are not like to -trouble Heayen; thofe fa Guts were ncver made for mounting Lor, T {hall make-bold to disburthen: him* of: my hundre Piftols, to mak him -the lighter for his Journey Indeed, 'tis partly out of Confcience, that ¥ may net:be aceeflory to his brea k h n o verty P t i t f n c h l v A p o f t hasbett 6 t f d b ' a k 'ght 0 hl your Bithop's my Friend, and is too honeft to let fuch as you in- o f}i}, :md ?Cufl fect a Cloifter . of his: Habit;: Gom. Ay, doe Father-in-faw, let him be firip A a d f o f i d i r 2D [ cas'd Rabbit, without his holy Fur upon his Back, that the Worl may once behold the infide of a Fryar. Dom. Farewell, kind Gentlemen: I give you-all my Blefling before I g et - ! fii % C-- % o V May |