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Show Love and a Bottle. 5 Luc. Oh horrible! an Irifh-man! a meer Wolf-Dog, I proteft. Roeb, Ben't furpriz'd, Child; the Wolf-Dog is as well na-tur'd an Animal as any of your Country Bull-Dogs, and a much more fawning Creature, let m e tell ye. [Lays hold on Ixr. Luc. Pray, good Cafar, keep off your Paws; no fcraping acquaintance, for Heaven's fake. Tell us fome news of your Country; I have heard the ftrangeft Stories, - that the Pco-ale wear Horns and Hoofs. Roeb. Yes, 'faith, a great many wear Horns: but we had that among other laudable Fafhions, from London. I think it came over with your Mode cT wearing high Topknots; for ever fince, the M e n and Wives bear their Heads exalted alike. They were both Fafhions that took wonderfully. Luc. Then you have Ladies among you. Roek Yes, yes, w e have Ladies, and Whores; Colleges, and Playhoufes; Churches, and Taverns; fine Houfes, and Bawdy-houfes: in fhort, every thing that you can boaft of, but Fops, Poets, Toads and Adders. Luc. But have you no Beau's at all ? Roeb. Yes, they come over, like the Woodcoks, once a Year. Luc. A n d have your Ladies no Springes to catch 'em in? Roeb. No,Madam; our o w n Country affords us much better Wild-fowl. But they are generally ftripp'd of their Feathers by the Playhoufeand Taverns; in both which, they pretend to be Criticks 5 and our ignorant Nation imagines a full Wig as infallible a token of a Wit as the Lawrel. Luc. O h Lard! and here 'tis the certain fign of a Block-bead. But why no Poets in Ireland, Sir! Roeb. Faith, Madam, I know not, unlefs St. Patrick fent them a packing with other venemous Creatures out of Ireland. Nothing that carries a Sting in its Tongue can live there. But fince I have defcribed m y Country, let m e know a little of England, by a fight of your Face. Luc. C o m e you to particulars firft. Pray, Sir, unmafque, by telling who you are; and then I'll unmafque, and (hew who I am. e Roeb. You muft difmifsyour Attendant then, M a d a m ; tor the diftinguifhing particular of m e is a Secret. Pin. Sir, I can keep a Secret as well as m y Miftrels; and the greater the Secrets are, I love 'em the better. Luc. Can't they be whifper'd, Sir ? ; Roeb. O h yes, Madam, I can give you a hint, by which you maLyu cu.n dSeirrf,t yaonud' r'ee mi.m -p udent.[P-r-e tends to whtfper, and ki,j jes tor. |