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Show /. Love and a Bottle. can bear, or Tongue 'exprefs. O Lucinda I Shou'd Heaven Lov. Hold, Sir ; no more. * j « . 1'montheRackofPleafure, and muft confefs all. W h e n her foft, melting, white, and yielding Wafte, Within m y preffmg Arms was folded fait, Our Lips were melted down by Heat of Love, $ A n d lay incorporate in liquid Kiffes, Whilft in foft broken Sighs, w e catch d each other sbouls. Lov. Come, come, Roebuck, no more of this Extrava- -e By Heav'n I fwear you fhan't marry her, Roeb. By Heav'n I fwear fo too ; for I'm married al-ready. . ., Lov. Then thou'rt a Villain. Roeb. A Villain, M a n ! Pfhaw, thats Nonfence. A. poor Fellow can no fooner get married, than you imagine he may be cali'd a Villain prefently.-You m a y call m e Fool, a Blockhead , or an Afs, by the Authority of Cuftom: But why a Villain, for God's fake? Lov. Did not you engage to meet, and fight a Gentleman for me in Moor fields * Roeb. Did not you promife to engage a Lady for m e at the Fountain, Sir? Lov. This Lucinda is m y Miftrefs, Sir. Roeb. This Lucinda, Sir; is m v Wife. Lov. Then this decides the matter.-Draw. (Throws Roebuck his Sword, and draws his own. Roeb. Prithee be quiet, M a n , I've other Buiinels to mind on m y Wedding-night. I muft in to m y Bride (Going. Lov. Hold, Sir; move a ftep, and by Heavens I'll ftab thee. Roeb. Put up, put up; Pfhaw, I an't prepar d to die; an't, Devil take me. Lov. D o you dally with me, Sir ? Roeb. W h y , you won't be fo unconfcionable as to kill M a n fo fuddenly; I han't made m y Will yet. Perhaps I may leave you a Legacy. Lov. Pardon me, Heavens, if prels'd by flinging Taunts, m y Paffion urge m y Arm to act what's foul. (Offers to pufh at him, Roeb. Hold. (Taking up his Sword.) Tis fafeft making Peace, they fay, with Sword in hand. I'll tell thee what, Ned\ I wou'd not Jofe this Night's Pleafure for the Honour or fighting and vanquishing the Seven Champions of QhHftendom - - ~ - f- - - peiflfl |
