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Show Love and a Bottle. 59 I've made the better exchange. Of what Family are you, Sir? Roeb. O f Mockmode-Hall in Shropflnre, Madam. M y Father's lately dead; I came lately from the Univerfity; I have Fifteen hundred Acres of as good fighting Ground as any in England. - T w a s lucky I met that Blockhead to day. [Afide. Luc. The very fame. - - And had you any directions to court a Lady in London f Roeb. U m p h ! - How fhou'd I have found the way hither elfe, M a d a m ? What the Devil will this come to ? [Afide. Luc. M y Fool that I dreamt of, I find a pretty Gentleman. Dreams go by contraries. Well, Sir, I a m the Lady; and if your Defigns are honourable, I'm yours; take a turn in the Garden, till I fend for m y Chaplain: you muft take me immediately, for if I cool, I'm loft for ever. [Exit: Roeb. I think I a m become a very fober Shropfhire Gentleman in good earneft; I don't ftart at the N a m e of a Parfon. - - O h Fortune! Fortune ! what art thou doing? If thou "and m y Friend will throw m e into the Arms of a fine Lady, and great Fortune, how the Devil can I help it 1 O h but, Zoons, there's Marriage ! Ay, but there's Mony. - Oh but there are Children, fquawling Children. Ay, but then there are Rickets and Small-Pox, which perhaps may carry them all away. Oh but there's Horns! Horns 1 Ay, but then I lhall go to Heaven; for 'tis but reafonable, fince all Marriages are made in Heaven, that all Cuckolds fhould go thither. - But then, there's Leanthe! that flicks. I love her, witnefs, Heaven,! love her to that degree. Pfhaw, I fhall whine pre-fently. I love her as well as any W o m a n ; and what can fhe expecl more ? I can't drag a Lover's Chain a hundred Miles by Land, and a hundred Leagues by Water. - - - F o r tune has decreed it otherwife. So lead on, blind Guide, I follow thee; and when the Blind leads the Blind, no wonder they both fall into - Matrimony. [Going out, meets Leanthe. O h m y dear aufpicious little Mercury I let m e kifs thee. - - Go tell thy Charming Miftrefs, I obey her Commands. [Exit. Enter Leanthe. Lean. Her Commands! O h Heavens! I muft follow him. [Going. LTa'n POhemyacurs'd Fortune! baulk'd again ! -Madam. Luc. Call m y Chaplain ; I'm to be married prcfcntly. Lean. Married fo fuddenly! To whom, pray M a d a m ? Luc. T o the Gentleman you met going hence;ult now. Lean. OhHeavens! your Ladylhipisnot inearneft,Madam ? |