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Show ( Or • LOVE and a BOTTLE A C T I. SCENE Lincolns-Im-Fields. Enter Roebuck in a Riding Habit Solus, repeating the following Line. HUS far our Arms have with Succcfs been Crown d. Heroically fpflken, faith, of a Fellow that has not one Farthing in his Pocket. If I have one Penny to buy a Halter withal in m y prefent Neceffity, m a y I be hangd ; tho' I'm redue'd to a fair way of obtaining one methodically very foon •> if Robbery or Theft will purchafe the Gallows. But hold-j Can't I rob honourably, by turning Soldier. Enter a Cripple begging. Crip.Ous. Farthing to the poor old Soldier, for the Lord's fake3 Rocb. H a !- a Glimpfe of Damnation ;uft as a M a n 13 entring into Sin, is no great Policy of the Devil.- Biit h ow long did you bear Arms, Friend ? Crip. Five Years, an't pleafe.you Sir. Roeb. A n d how long has that honourable Crutch born you ? ,Crip. Fifteen, Sir. Roeb. Very pretty! Five Year a Soldier, and fifteen a Beg-gar!- This is Hell right! A n Age of Damnation for a momentary Offence. Thy Condition, Fellow, is preferable to mine; the merciful Bullet, more kind than thy ungrateful Country, has given thee a Debenture in thy broken Leg, fromr which thou canft"draw amorTeV Ap"l entiful MaintenanctefrttOhSakn' |
