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Show 66 Love and a Bottle. Enter Leanthe in Woman's loofe Apparel. Lean. I take you at your word. Thefe are the Arms that held you. Roeb. O h Gods and Happinefs! Leanthe! Lov. M y Sifter! Heavens! It cannot be. Roeb, By Heavens it can, it fhall, it muft be fo For none on Earth could give fuch Joys but fhe Who wou'd have thought m y Joys cou'd bear Increase ? Lovewell, my Friend! This is thy Sifter! 'Tis Leanthe ! M y Miftrefs, my Bfide, m y Wife. Lean. I a m your Sifter, Sir, as fuch I beg you to pardon the Effects of violent Paffion , which has driven me into fome imprudent Actions: But none fuch as may blot the Honour of m y Vertue, or Family, T o hold you no longer in fufpence, 'twas I brought the Lettet from Leanthe; 'twas I manag'd the Intrigue with Lucinda; I fent the Note to Mr. Roebuck this Afternoon; and I ' Roeb. That was the Bride of happy me. Lov. Thou art m y Sifter, and m y Guardian-Angel; for thou haft blefs'd thy felf, and blefs'd thy Brother. Lucinda ftill is fafe, and may be mine. Roeb. May!- She fhall be thine, m y Friend. Lov. Where is Lucinda * Enter Mockmode. 'Mock. Not far off; tho'far enough from you, by the Univerfe. ' Lean. You muft give m e leave not to believe you, Sir. Mock. Oh, Madam! I crave you ten thoufand Pardons, by the Univerfe, Madam. Zauns, Madam, D e m me,, Madam. (Offers to falute her awkardly. Lav By your leave, Sir (Thrufts him bach - v., Ah » Coufin Mockmode! How do all our Friends in Shropfhire f. Mock Now, Gentlemen, I thank you all for your Trick, your >ham. You imagine I have got your Whore, Coufin, your Crack. But Gentlemen, by the AfT.ftance of a Poet, your Meely is metamorphos'd into the real Lucinda; which or n o ^ i l ^ ? tefHfie° Bnng in thc J u ? there - G u i l t y fntti |
