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Show Love and a Bottle. can hurt a Lady's Honour, tho' touch'd in the tended Lov. Oh I but to a Friend, George; you'll tell a Friend yourSuccefs? ' ' j&wt. N o , not to her very felf; it muft be as private asDe-votion.- No blabbing, unlefs a fquawling Brat peeps out to tell Tales.-But where lies m y Courfe? Lov. Brufh fhall fhew you the Houfe; the Lady's Name is Lucinda; her Father and Mother dead ; fhe's Heirefs to Twelve Hundred a Year: But above all, obferve this: She has a Page which you muft get on your fide; Tis a very pretty Boy; I prefented him to the Lady about a Fortnight ago; he's your Country-man too ; he brought m e a Letter from m y Sifter, which I have about me. Here, you majj read it. Roeb. Ay, 'tis her hand ; I know it well; and I almoft blufh to fee it. (Aftk [Reads.] Dear Brother, A Lady of my Acquaintance lately dying, beggd me, as *• Requefl, to provide for this Boy, who was her Page. I have obeyd my Friend's lafl Command, and oblig'd a Brother, • fending him to you. Pray difpofe of him as much as you can Advantage. All Friends are well, and I am Your affectionate Sifter, Leanthe. (While he reads*, Lovewell talks to Brufh, andgivii him fome DireUions feemindy. All Friends are well; Is that all ? Not a word of poor Roebuck. 1 wonder fhe mention'd nothing of m y Misfortunes to her Brother. But fhe has forgot m e already. True W o m a n ftill Well, I may excufe her, for I'm making all the hafte I can to forget her. Lov. Be fure you have an Eye upon him, and come to xnc prefently at W i d o w Bulfinch's (To Brufh.) Well, George, vou won't communicate your Succefs ? (Afult Roeb. You may guefs what you pleafe I'm as menj after a Miftrefs as after a Bottle. All Air; brimful of Joy like a Bumper of Claret, fouling and fparkling. » / I T you n certainIY run over. Roeb. No, no, nor fhall I drink to any b o d y .- (Exeunt feverd) SCEN1 |