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Show Love and a Bottle. 25 J Bull. There's no body but Mr. Lyrick; and you had as fafe-ty tell a Secret over a Groaning-Cheefe, as to him. Lov. H o w fo ? ; Bull. W h y , you muft know, that he has been Lying-in L-iefe four Months of a Play ; and he has got all tfee Mufes bout him ; a parcel of the moft tattling Goffip?. : Lov. Come, come; no more words; But to our BufineP n will certainly reward you. But have y o u any good hopes fits lucceeding? r •Bull. Very well of the 'Squire's fide. But I'm afraid, your Widow will never play her part, fhe's fo awkward, and fo ullen. fe Lov. G o you and inftrucl her, while I manage Affairs itbroad. > Bull. She's always raving of one Roebuck. Prithee, who is his fame Roebuck i Ah, Mr. Lovewell, I'm afraid this W i - low of yours is fomething elfe at tke bottom; I'm afraid nere has been a Dog in the Well. (Exit. Enter Brufh. Lov. So, Sirrah! where have you left the Gentleman ? Brufly. In a Friend's Houfe, Sir. Lov. W h a t Friend ? Brufh. W h y , a Tavern. I Lov. W h a t took him there ? Brufh. A Coach, Sir. \ Lov. H o w d'ye mean ? j Brufh. A Coach and Six, Sir, no lefs, I'll afTure you, Sir. ', Lov. ACoacband Six! Brufh. Yes, Sir, fix Whores and a Carted Bawd. He pick'd em all up in the ftreet, and is gone with this fplendid Retinue into the Sun by Covmt-Garden. I ask'd him what he meant ? He told me, That he only wanted to Whet, when the very fight of em turn'd ray Stomach. Lov. The Fellow will have his fwing, tho' he hang for't. However, run to him, and bid him take the N a m e of Mockmode ; call himfelf Mockmode upon all occafions ; and tell him that he fhall find m e here about Four in the Afternoon. j ' Ask no Queftions, but fly. So : - His ufurping that Name, gives him a Title to Court Lucinda, by which I fhall difcover her Inclination to (Exit Brufh) this Mockmode, whofe coming to T o w n has certainly occafion'd her Quarrel with m e ; while Ifet the Hound himfelf upon a wrong Scent, and |