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Show Love and a Bottle. 47 Mock, W h y , Madam, were you ever there ? Trud. O h no! Not I indeed, Sir; but Ifiave heard my firft Husband (reft his Soul) fay fo; he was an Irifh Gentleman. Mock. I find, M a d a m , you have lov'd your firft Husband mightily, for you affedf. his Tone in Difcourfe. -Pray, Madam, what did that Mourning coft a Yard ? Trud, O Lard ! W h a t fhall I fay now ? 'Tis none of mine. (Afide. It coft, Sir ; let m e fee it coft about but it was my Steward bought it for me, I never buy fuch fmail things. Mock. By the Univerfe, fhe muft be plaguy rich! I will be brisk. (Afi.ie.') Pray, M a d a m - I - I pray Madam, will you give us a Soog ? Trud. A Song! Indeed then I had a good Voice, before Mr. Roebuck fpoil'd it. I Mock. Mr. Roebuck ! W a s that your firft Husband's Name, Madam ? {Lov. behind."] She'll fpoil all. Trud. N o , Sir; Roebuck was a Doclor, that let m e blood under the Tongue for the Quinfey, and made me hoarfe ever fince. Mock. By the Univerfe fhe's a Widow, and I'll be a little brisk. Madam, will you grant me a fmall Favour, and I will bend upon m y Knees to receive it. (Kneels. Trud. W h a t is't, pray ? Mock. Only to take off your Garter. Lovewell Enters. Zoons, her thick Leg will difcover all. By your leave, Sir, have you any Pretentions to this Lady ? (Pufhes Mockmode down. Mock. I don't know whether this be an Affront or not.- (Afide.)-Pretenfions, Sir ! I have fo great a Veneration for the Ladv, that 1 honour any M a n that has Pretenfions to her. -Dein me, Sir, may I crave the Honour of your Acquaintance? Lov. N o , Sir. Mock. No, Sir ! I gad that muft be Wit, for it can t be good Manners. Sir, I refpecl: all Men of Senfe, and wou'd therefore beg to know your Name. Lov. N o matter, Sir, I know your Name's Mockmode. Mock. By the Univerfe, that's very comical! That a Fellow fhou'd pretend to tell me m y own Name! AnotheLro Qvu.e fWthiaont, i si fiyto,u Spilre ?a fe, SEi r.3 M*ck., |