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Show AQ Love and 4 Bottle, Mock. Sir, I'm call'd Mockmsde. -- What Family are you of, Sir ? Roeb. W h a t Family are you of, Sir ? Mock. O f Mockmode-Hall in SiXopfhire. Roeb. Then I'm of the fame, I brieve.- • I fancy, Suyi that you a n d I are near Relations. Mock. Relations ! Sir, there are but t w o Families; my Father's, w h o is n o w dead; and his brother's, Colonel / W < able Mockmode. Roeb. A y , ay, the very fame Colonel Peaceable. • Is not he Colonel of Militia $ Mock. Yes, Sir. Roeb. A n d w a s not he High-Sheriff of the* County laft Year? Mock. The very fame, Sir. Roeb. T h e very f a m e ; I'm of that Family,, And your Father dy'd about let m e fee • Mock. About half a Year ago. Roeb. ExadUy; by the fame token you got drunk at a Hunting-match that very day feven-night he was bury'd. Mock. This Fellow's a Witch.- But it looks very ftrange that you fhou'd be chriften'd this Morning. I'm fure, your Godfathers had a plaguy deal to anfwer for. Roeb. Oh, Sir, I'm of Age to anfwer for m y felf. Mock. One wou'd not think fb,you're fo forgetful. 'Tis tm and twenty Years fince I was chiiften'd, and I can remem* ber m y Name ftill. Roeb. Come, we'll take a Glafs of Wine, and that will clear our Underftanding. We'll remember our Friends. Mock. You muft excufe me, Sir. This is fome Sharper^ (AftM Roeb. N a y , prithee Coufin, good Coufin Mockmode, one! Glafs. I k n o w you are a n honeft Fellow. W e muft remerrH ber our Relations in the Country indeed, Sir. Mock. O h , Sir, you're fo fhort of M e m o r y , you can neve| call 'em to mind. Y o u have forgot your felf, Sir ; MockmM is a Heathenifh Name,Sir, a n d all that, Sir. A n d fo I bqj your pardon, Sir. (Exit, Roeb. N o w were I Lawyer enough, by that little enquiry into that Fellow's Concerns, I cou'd bring in a falfe Deed W cheat hiin of his Eftate. Enter Brufh. Where the Devil is thy Mafter? You faid I fhou'd finj him here. Brufh. 'Tis him. impoffible for you, or m e , or any body, tRoo cfki |
