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Show 2 Lew and a Bottle. I from all rriy Limbs in'Fefiec^ion. Prethee, Friend, why wouidft thou beg of m e > Doit think I'm rich ? Crip. N o , Sir; and therefore I believe you charitable. Your W a r m Fellows are fo- fa; above the S&nfe of our Mifery, that they can't pitty'us; 'itid: J have always-found it, by lad Experience, as needlcfs to beg of a Rich M a n as a Clergy-man. Our greateft Benefactors, the brave Officers, are all disbanded, and muft n o w turn Beggars like m y felf j and fo, Times are very hard, Sir. Roeb. W h a t ! Are the Soldiers more charitable than the Clergy ? Crip. Ay, Sir, a Captain will fay D a m me, and give me Six-pence ; and a Parfon lhall whine out G o d blefs me, and give m e not a Farthing: N o w I think the Officer's Bleifing much the bed. Roeb. Are the Beau's never companionate ? Crip. The great full Wigs they wear ftop their Ears fo dofe, that they can't hear us; and if they fhou'd, they never have any Farthings about 'em. Roeb. Then I a m a Beau, Friend; therefore pray leave me. Begging from a generous Soul that has not to beftow, is more tormenting than Robbery to a Mifer in his Abundance. Prethee, Friend, be thou charitable for once; I beg only the favour which rich Friends beftow, a little Advice. I a m as poor as thou art, and a m defigning to turn Soldier. Crip. No, no, Sir. See what an £io»ourable Poft I am fore'd to ftand to, m y Rags are Scarecrows fufticient to frighten any one from the FieW; rather turn Bird of Prey J home. [Shewing hii Crutch. Roeb. Grammercy, old Devil; I find Hell has its Pimps of the poorer fort, as well as of the wealthy. I fancy, Friend, thou haft got a Cloven-k.ot inftead of a broken Leg. Tisa hard cafe, that a M a n muft.. never expedt to go nearer Heav'n than fome fteps of a Ladder. But 'tis unavoidable: I have my Wants to lead, and the Devil to drive; and if I can't meet m y Friend Lovemll (which I think impoflible, being fo great a Stranger in T o w n ) Fortune, thou haft done thy worft; I proclaim open W a r againft thee. /'// flab thy next rich Darling that I fee ; > And killing him, be thus revengd on thee. [Goes to the bark part of the Stage, as into the IVW^, making fome turns crofs the Stage Vtforder, while the next fpeak. Exit Beggar. Enter |