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Show 6 The Conftant Couple. Guineas a piece, that neither of them is fo pretty, fo witty, fo virtuous, asinine. Stand. 'Tis done. Wild. I'll double the Stafces. But, Gentlemen, now I think on't, how fhall w e be refolv'd ? for I know not where m y Miftrefs m a y be found ; lhe left Paris about a Month before me, and I had an Account • Stand. How, Sir ! left Paris about a Month before you ! Wild. Ay,but I know not where, and perhaps mayn't find her this fortnight. Stand. Her N a m e , pray, Sir Harry. Vk. Ay, ay, her N a m e , perhaps w e know her. Wild. Her N a m e ! Ay, fhe has the fofteft, whiteft Hand that ever was made of Flefh and Blood, her Lips fo balm y fweet. Stand. But her N a m e , Sir. Wild. Then her Neck and Brcaft; her Breafts do fo heave, fo heave. (Singing, Viz,. But her N a m e , Sir, her Quality. Wild. Then her Shape, Colonel. Stand. But her N a m e I want, Sir. Wild. Then her Eyes, Viz,ardl Stand. P'lhaw, Sir Harry, her N a m e , or nothing. Wild. Then if you muft have it, fhe's cali'd the Lady But then her Foot, Gentlemen, fhe dances to a Miracle. Vi-z, ard, you have certainly loft your Wager. Viz,. W h y , you have loft your Senfes; w e fhall never dif-cover the Picture, unlefsyou fublcribethe N a m e. Wild. Then her N a m e is Lurewell. Stand. S'death, m y Miftrifs. (A/ide. Viz,. M y Miftrifs, by Jupiter. (Afiie. Wild, D o you know her, Gentlemen ? Stand. I have feen her, Sir. Wild.' Can'ft tell where fhe lodges ? Tell me, dear Colonel. Stand. Your humble Servant, Sir. (Exit Stand. Wild. Nay, hold Colonel, I'll follow you, and will know. (Runs oat. Viz,. The Lady Lurewell, his Miftrifs ! He loves her. But fhe loves mc, - but he's a Baronet, and I plain Viz,ard; he has a Coach and Six, and I walk a foot; I was bred in London, and he in Paris; That veryCircumftance hasmur-der'd me. Then fome Stratagem muft be laid to divert his Pretenfions. Re-enter |