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Show Love and a Bottle. 61 Then Love, be thou my Guide, and fet me right • Tho blind, like Chance, you have beft Eyes by Night. [Exit. SCENE, Bullfinch's Houfe. Enter Lovewell, Brufh, and Servant. Lov. Mr. Lyrick abroad, faift thou! and Mockmode1 with him! Serv. All abroad, m y Miftrefs and all. • Lov. I don't underftand this. Brufh, run to Lucindas lodgings, and obferve what's doing there : I fpy'd fome hafty Lights glancing thro' the Rooms; I'll follow you prefently. [Exit Brufh.] - Can't you inform m e which way they went? Serv. Perhaps Mr. Mockmode's M a n can inform ye. Lov. Pray call him. Serv. Mr.Club, Mt.Club. Lov. What, is the Fellow deaf ? Serv. No, Sir; but he's afleep, and in bed. Mr. Club, Mr. Club. Club. Augh - [Tawning."] I'm afleep, I'm afleep; don't Wake me. • Augh. Serv. Here's a Gentleman wants ye. Enter Club, with his Coat unbutton d, his Garters unti'd, fcratching and yawning, as newly waken d from Bed. Club. Pox o'your London Breeding; what makes you waken a M a n out of his Sleep that way ? Lov. Where's your Mafter, pray Sir ? Club. Augh. Tis a fad thing to be broken of one's Reft this way. Lov. Can you inform me where your Matter's gone? Club. M y Mafter! Augh. [ Stretching and yawning. Lov. Yes, Sir, your Mafter. Club. M y Mafter! Augh. What a Clock is it Sir ? I believe 'tis paft Midnight, for I have gotten m y firft Sleep. Augh. • Lov. Thou'rt afleep ftill, Blockhead. Anfwer me, or Where's your Mafter ? Club. A u g h . - I had the pleafanteft Dream when yoti cali'd m e Augh. - I thought m y Matter's great black Stone-horfe had broke loofe among the Mares. A" S h" • And fo, Sir, you cali'd me. • Augh. • And lo l waken'd. ^ , ' * - Ih0^L oFv .2 SCilrurbah., [Strikes him."] Now your Dreams out, |
