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Show Love and a Bottle. 57 Roeb. (Afide.) Ay, and a third too, or I'm miftaken. muft divert this plaguy Romantick Humour. [Luc. While Vertue guided Peace, and Honour W a r, 'heir Fruits and Spoils were Off'rings made to Love. Roeb. And 'tis fo ftill; for (Raiftng his Voice.) leau with earlieft Cherries Mifs does grace, Lnd Soldier offers Spoils of Flanders Lace. Luc. H a ! - Protecf me, Heav'ns I what art thou ? Roeb. A Man, Madam. Luc. W h a t accurfed Spirit has driven you hither ? Roeb. The Spirit of Fleih and Blood, Madam. Luc. Sir, what encouragement have you ever received to )iompt you to this Impudence ? Roeb. U m p h ! I muft not own the reception of a Note rom her. (Afide.) Faith, Madam, I know not whether to ittribute it to Chance, Fortune, m y good Stars, m y Fate, or ny Deftiny: But here I am, Madam, and here I will be. (Taking her by the Hand. Luc. \Vulling her Hand away."] If a Gentleman, m y Commands may caufe you withdraw; if a Ruffian, m y Footmen hall difpofe of you. Roeb. Madam, I'm a Gentleman ; I know how to oblige a. Lady, and how to fave her Reputation. M y Love and Ho-aour go link'd together; they are m y Principals: and if you'll K m y Second, we'll engage immediately. Luc. Stand off, Sir; the N a m e of Love and Honour arc jurleiqu'd by thy profeffing 'em. Thy Love is Impudence , md thy Honour a Cheat. Thy Mien and Habit ihew thee iGentleman ; but thy Behaviour is brutal. Thou art a C aur ; only one part M a n , and the other Beaft. ;, Roeb. Philofophy in Petticoats! N o wonder W o m e n wear ;he Breeches; \_Afide."] and, Madam, you are a Demi-God-iefs; only one part W oman, t'other Angel; and thus divided, raim my Love and Adoration. Luc. Honourable Love is the Parent of Mankind; but thine is the corrupter and debaier of ir. The Patfion of you Libertines, is like your Drunkennefs ; heat of Luff, as t'other is Of Wine, and off with the next Sleep. i Roeb. No, M a d a m ; an Hair of the fame is m y Receipt. Come, come, Madam, all things are laid co reft that will difturb our Pleafure; whole Nature favours us; the kind indulgent Stars that directed m e hither, wink at what w e are about.-- Twerejilting of Fortune to be now idle; and fhe, like a true W o m a n , once baulk'd, never affords a fecond oppor- |