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Show A Love and a Bottle. Luc. Well enough, had we no Enemies but our Fops and Cits : Bui I dread thefe bluftring Men of W a r , the Officers, who after a Brnad-fide of Dam'me's and Sinkme's, are for boarding all Masks they meet, as lawful Prize. Pin. In truth, Madam, and the moft of 'em are lawful Prize, for they generally have French Ware under Hatches. Luc. O h hideous! O' my Confcience, Girl, u W r t quite fpoil'd. An Aftrefe upon the Stage would blufh at fuch E*. prelfions ? Pin. Ay, Madam, and your Ladyfhip wou'd feem to blufh in the Box, when the Rednefs of your Face proceeded from nothing but the Conftraint of holding your Laughter. .Did you chide m e for not putting a ftronger Lace in your Stays, when you had broke one as ftrong as a Hempen Cord with containing a violent Tihee at a fmutty J eft in the laft Play. Luc. Go, go, thou'rt a naughty Girl; thy impertinent Chat has diverted us from our Bus'nefs. I'm afraid Lovewell has mifs'd us for want of the Sign.-But w h o m have we here? A n odd Figure! Some Gentleman in Difguife, I believe. Pin. Had he a finer Suit on, I fhou'd believe him in Difguife; fori fancy his Friends have only known him by that this Twelve-month. Luc. His Mien and Air fhew him a Gentleman, and hi* Cloaths demonftrate him a Wit. He may afford us fome fport. I have a Female Inclination to talk to him.' Pin. Hold, Madam, he looks as like one of thofe dangerous Men of W a r you juft now mention d as can be; you had beft fend out your Pinnace before, to difcover the Enemy. Luc. N o , I'll hale him m y felf. [Moves towards him. W h a t , Sir, dreaming ? [Slaps hint o'th' Shoulder with her Fan. Roeb. Yes, M a d a m . [Sullenly, Luc. O f what ? Roeb. Of the Devil, and now m y Dream's out. Luc. What! D o you dream ftanding? Roeb. Yes faith. Lady, very often when m y Sleep's haunted by fuch pretty Goblins as you. You are a fort of Dream I wou'd fain be reading: I'm a very good Interpreter indeed,' Madam. Luc. Are you then one of the wife M e n of the Eaft ? Roeb. No, Madam; but one of the Fools of the Weft. Luc. Pray, what do you mean by that ? Roeb. A n Irifh-man, Madam, at your Service. Itif* |
