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Show ! 2 Love and a Bottle. Brufh. That's it, Sir. She refolves to put your eafinefs to the Teft now, that fhe m a y with more fecunty rely upon't hereafter. - Always fufpcdt thofe W o m e n of Defigns that are for fearching into the Humours of their Courtiers; for they certainly intend to try them when they're marry'd. Love. H o w cam'ft thou fuch an Engineer in Love > Brufh. I have fprung fome Mines in m y time, Sir; and fin I have trudgd fo long about your amorous MefTages, I ha more Intrigue in the Sole of m y Feet, than fome Blockheads in their whole Body. Love. Sirrah, have you ever difcover'd any Behaviour in this Lady, to occafion this fufpicious Difcourfe ? Brufh. Sir, has this Lady ever difcover'd any Behaviour of yours to occafion this fufpicious Quarrel ? I believe the Lad] has as much of the innate Principle of Vertue (as the Gentk m a n faid) as any W o m a n : But that Baggage, her Atten dant, is about ravifhing her Ladies Page every hour. 'Til an old Saying, Like Mafter, like Man ; w h y not as well, Li' Miflrcfs, like Maid f Love. Since thou art for trying Humours, have with f. M a d a m Lucinda. Befides, fo fair an opportunity offers, th Fate feem'd to defign it. - Have you left the Gentleman; m y Lodgings ? Bruf)?. Yes, Sir, and fent a Porter to his Inn to bring his things thither. Love. That's right. - Love, like otherDifeafes, muft fome-times have a defperate Cure. The School of Venn* impofes the ftri6t Difcipline ; A n d awful Cupid is a chaftning God;, He whips feverely. Brufh. N o , not if w e kifs the Rod. [Exeunt, The End of the Firft ACT. A C T II. SCENE, LovewclTs Lodgings. Enter Lovewell, Roebuck drefs'd, ™d Brufh. Love. Q my Confcience, the fawning Creature loves you. Roeb .Ay, the conftant eft'efts of debauching a Wot m a n are, that fhe infallibly loves the M a n fordoing the bi* I"*; Y f h,e c e r U i n'V hates her. But what Company is fhe like to have at this lame Widow's, Brufh ? Brufh, |