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Show 7A Love and a Bottle. Bull, With me, Child! Sir, 111 wait on you in a minute; [Exit vfuh Servantl Euter Club with Wine and Glaffes, Mock. Is that the witty Liquor? Come, fill the Glaffes.j N o w that I have found m y Miftrefs, I muft next find my j Wits Chb, So you had need, Mafter; for thofe that find a Mi-ftrefs, are generally out of their Wits. (GiveshimaGUfs. Mock. Come, fill for your felf. (They jingle and drink. But where's the W i t now, Club * Have you found it? Club, I gad, Mafter, I think 'tis a very good Jeff. Mock, What? Chb. What! why, Drinking. You'll find, Mafter, that this fame Gentleman in the Straw-Doublet, this fame Will i'th' Wifp, is a Wit at the bottom. (Fills.) - Here, here Mafter; how it puns and quibbles in the Glafs I Mock. By the Univerfe, n o w I have it; the W i t lies in the1 Jingling: All Wit confifts moft in Jingling. Hear how the* Glaffes rhime to one another. Club. What, Mafter, are thefe Wits fo apt toclafh? (Jinglt the Glaffes. Mock. O h by the Univerfe, by the Univerfe, this is Wit. (Break 'em.) M y Landlady is in the right. I have often heard, there was Wit in breaking Glaffes. It would be a very good joke to break the Flask now. Club. I find then, that this fame W i t is very brittle Ware.- But I think, Sir, 'twere no Joke to fpill the Wine. Mock. W h y , there's the Jeft, Sirrah; all Wit confifts in lofing; there was never any thing got by't. I fancy this fame Wine is all fold at Will's Coffee-houfe. D o you know the way thither, Sirrah ? I long to fee Mr. Comtek and Mr.7*g-rhime, with the reft of 'em. I wonder how they look! Certainly thefe Poets muft have fomething extraordinary in their Faces. Of all the Rarities of the T o w n , I long to fee nothing more than the Poets, and Bedlam. Come in, Club ; I mult go prattife m y Honours. Tal - dal - deral. • (Exit dancing, and Club topeing. Enter Lovewell and Bullfinch. Bull. O h Mr. lovewell! you come juft in the nick; I was ready to fpoil all, by telling him that fhe was a Stranger, and ;uf! now come. Lov. Well, dear M a d a m , be cautious for the future ; 'tis the moft fortunate chance that ever befel me. Twere convenient we had the other dodgers of our fide. Bull. |