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Show Love and a Bottle. 49 Pin. Y o u may be miftaken in your Opinion of him, as tflhcli as you have been in Mr. Lovewell. Luc. N o , Pindrefs; I fhall find what I read in the laft Mifcellanies very true. But two Diminutions their whole Sex does part; All Fools by Nature, or all Rogues by Art. SCENE continues. Enter feveral Mafques croffing the Stage, and Roebuck following. Roeb. S'death! W h a t a Coney-borough's here! The Trade goes fwimingly on. This is the great Eiiipory of Lewdnefs, as the Change is of Knavery. The Merchants cheat the World there, and their Wives gull them here. 1 begin to think Whoring fcandalous, 'tis grown fo Mechanical. My Modefty will do m e no good, lfcar. Madam, are you a Whore ? 1 Maf. Yes, Sir. (Catches a Mafque. ' Roeb. Short and Pithy ! -If ever W o m a n fpoke Truth, I believe thou haft. (Second Mafque pulls him by the Elbow. Have you any Bus'nefs with me, M a d a m ? i Adaf. Pray Sir be civil; you're miftaken, Sir, 1 have had an Eye upon this Fellow all this Afternoon. (Afidc.) you're miftaken, Sir. Roeb. Very likely, M a d a m ; for I imagin'd you modeft. 2 Maf. So I am, for I'm marry'd. Roeb. A n d marry'd to your Sorrow, I warrant you! 2 Maf. Yes, upon m y Honour, Sir. Roeb. I knew it. I have met above a do?en this Evening, all marry'd to their Sorrow. Then I fuppofe you're a Citizen's Wife ; and by the Broadnefs of your Bottom, I fhou'd guefs you fat very much behind a Counter. 2 Maf. M y Husband's no Mercer, he's a Judge. Roeb. Zoons, a Judge 1 I fhall be arraign'd at the Bar for keeping on m y Hat fo long. Tis very hard, Madam, he fhou'd not do you Jufticc: Has not he an Eftatc in 1 ail, M a d a m ? . ,••« n 2 Maf. I feldom examine his Papers: They are a parcel ot old dry fhrivel'd Parchments; and this Court-hand is 10 ue-yilifh crabbed, I can't endure it. Roeb. U m p h l - T h e n I fuppofe, M a d a m you w a n t a young Lawyer to put your Cafe to. But faith, Madam, 1 m Ea J4u d2g eM t*ooI.' |