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Show 2 6 Love and a Bottle. and ten to one provide for Miftrefs Trudge by the bargain} Tis faid, one can't be a Friend, and a Lover. h But oppofite to that, this Plot fhall prove, Illfervemy Friend by what affifis my Love. (ExilJ The End of the Second A C T. A C T III. SCENE, Luanda's Houfe. Enter Leanthe Sola , drefs'd like a Page. A/]Ethinks this Livery fuitsill m y Birth: but Have to Love, •LV1 I muft not difobey ; his Service is the hardeft VaiTalagejj forcing the Powers Divine to lay their Godfhips down, to bq more Gods, more happy here below. Thus I, poor Wanderer, have left m y Country, difguisd m y felf fo much, I hard-' ly know whether this Habit, or m y Love, be blindeft; to follow one, perhaps, that loves m e not, tho' every Breath of his foft Words was PafTion, and every Accent Love. Oh Rot-buck ! . (Weep. Enter Roebuck. Roeb. This is the Page, Love's Link-boy, that muft light me the way. • How now, pretty Boy; has your Lady beaten you ? ha! This Lady muft be a Venns, for fhe has got a Cupid in her Family. 'Tis a wondrous pretty Boy, < (Leanthe flarts, and flares at him.) but a very comical Boy. - W h a t the Devil does he flare at ? Lean. O h Heav'ns 1 is the ObjecT real, or are m y Eyes falfe ? Is that Roebuck, or a m I Leanthe * I a m afraid he's not the fame ; and too fure I'm not m y felf. (Weeps. Roeb. What Offence cou'd fuch pretty Innocence commit, to deferve a Punifhment to make you cry ? Lean. O h Sir! a wondrous Offence. Roeb. W h a t was it, m y Child ? Lean. I prick'd m y Fiffgcr with a Pin, till I made it bleed. Roeb. Such httle Boys as you, fhou'd have a care of fharp things. Lean. Indeed, Sir, w e ought; for it prick'd m e fodeep, that the bore went to m y very Heart. Roeb. Poor Boy! - here's a Plaiftcr for your fore Finger.- (Gives him LGeoalnL. |