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Show Love and a Bottle* 23 quaintance to introduce you j 'tis one Lovewell, a fine Gentleman, that comes here fometimes. Mock. Lovewell I By the Univerfe, m y Rival; I heard of him in the Country. This puts m e in mind of m y Miftrefs. Zauns, I'm certainly become a Beau already; for I was fo in love with m y felf, I quite forgot her. 1 have a Note in m y Pocket-Book to find her out by. (Pulls out a large Pocket-Book; turning over the Leaves, reads to h'imfelf. Six-pence for Wafhing. Two-pence to the Maid. . Six-pence for Snufh. One Shilling for Butter'd Ale. » By the Univerfe, I have loft the Directions. Hark ye, M a dam ; does this fame Lovewell come often here, fay you ? Bull. Yes, Sir, very often. There's a Lady cf his acquaintance, a Lodger in the Houfe, juft now. Mock. A Lady of his Acquaintance, a Lodger in the Houfe, juft n o w ; of his Acquaintance, do you fay ? Bull. Yes, and a pretty Lady top. Mock. And he comes often here, you fay: By the Univerfe ! fhou'd I happen to lodge in the fame Houfe with my Miftrefs: I gad, it muft be the fame. Can you tell the .Woman's N a m e ? Stay Is her N a m e Lucinda f Bull. Perhaps it may, Sir; but I believe fhe's a Widow, for fhe has a young Son , and I'm fure 'tis legitimately begotten ; for 'tis the braveft Child you fhall fee in a Summers Day : 'Tis not like one of our puling Brats o'th' T o w n here, born with the Difeafes of half a dozen Fathers about it. Mock. By the Univerfe, I don't remember whether m y Miftrefs is Maid or W i d o w : But a W i d o w , fo much the better; for all your London Widows are devilifh rich, they fay. She came in a Coach, did fhe not, Madam ? Bull. Yes, Sir, yes. Mock. Then 'tis infallibly fhe. Does fhe not always go out in her Coach? Bull. She has not ftirr'd abroad fince fhe came, Sir. Mock. Oh, I was told fhe was very referv'd, tho' 'tis very much of a Widow. I have often heard m y Mother fay, that fitting at home, and filence, were very becoming in a Maid; and the has often chid m y Sifter Dorothy for gadding out to the Meadows, and tumbling among the Cocks with the Haymakers. I gad, I'm the moft lucky Son of a Whore ; I was wrapt in the Tail of m y Mother's Smock, Landlady. Enter Servant. Bull. O h but this Lady, Sir. -^ witShc rJy. o uM iandftaanmt,l y.he re's a Gentleman below wants toB fuplela.k |
