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Show I ^5 Love and a Bottle. Mofk, Impos'd upon! That's very Comical.-Ha, ha, ha! [You fhall fee, Sir; come Pray Sir, you're m y Friend. Lyr. Nay, pray; Indeed, Sir, I beg your [They complement for the Door."] Pardon; you're a Squire, Sir. Mock. Zauns, Sir, you lie, I'm not a Fool; I'll take an Affront from no Man. Draw, Sir. (Dms, Club. Draw, Sir. 1 gad I'll put his Nofe out of joynt now. Lyr. Unequal Numbers, Gentlemen. Club. I'm only m y Mafter's Friend, his Second, or fo, Sir. Lyr. What's the matter, noble 'Squire ? Mock. You lie again, Sir. Zauns, draw. - (flrikeshim' (with his SmriJ, Lyr. H a ! a Blow! Effex, a Blow - ; - ye 1 will be calm. Club. Zoons, draw, Sir. (Strikes himl Lyr. O h Patience Heaven! Thou art m y Friend) ftill. Mock. You lie, Sir. Lyr. Then thou art a Traytor, Tyrant, Monfter. Mock. Zauns, Sir, you're a Son of a Whore, and a Rafcal. Club. A Scribler. Lyr. Ah, ah, Thatftings home. Scribler! Mock. Ay, Scribler, pallad-maker. Lyr. Nay, then I and the Gods will fight it with ye all. (Drxm\ Enter Roebuck drtink, and finging, France ne'er will comply Till her Claret run dry; Then let's pull away to defeat her : He hinders the Peace, Who refufes this Glafs, And deferves to be hang d for a Traytor. N o w , m y Mirmydons fall o n ; 1 have taken off the odds. Dub a dub, dub a dub, to the Battle. (Singi. Zoons, Gentlemen, why don't ye fight ? Blood, fight. Oblige m e fo far to fight a little; I long to fee a little4 Sport. Lyr. Sir, I fcorn to fhew Sport to any Man. (Puts up. Mock. And fo do I, by the Univerfe. Quk And I, by the Univerfe. Lyr. i |