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Show The Conftant Couple. 7 Reenter Wildair. Wild. Prithee, Dick, what makes the Colonel foout ef humour ? Viz,. Becaufe he's out of Pay, I fuppofe. Wild. S'life that's true; I was beginning to miftruft fome Ri-valfhip in the cafe. Viz,. And fuppofe there were, you know the Colonel can fight. Sir Harry. Wild. Fight! P'fhaw! but he can't dance, ha ! W e contend for a W o m a n , Vizard! S'life M a n , if Ladies were to be gain'd by Sword and Pillol only, what the Devil ihould all the Beaux do ? Viz,. I'll try him farther. (Afide.) But wou'd not you, Sir Harry, fight for this W o m a n you fo much admire ? Wild. Fight! Let m e confider. I love her, that's true; but then I love honeft Sir Harry Wildair better. The Lady Lurewell is divinely charming right but then aThruft i'th' Guts, or a Middlcfex Jury, is as ugly as the Devil. Viz,. Ay, Sir Harry, 'twere a dangerousCaft for a Beau Baronet to be tried by a parcel of greafie, grumbling, bartering Boobies, w h o wou'd hang you purely becaufe you're a Gentleman. Wild. Ay, but on t'other hand, I have Money enough to bribe the Rogues with.: So, upon mature deliberation, I wou'd fight for her. But no more of her. Prithee, Vizard, can't you recommend a Friend to a pretty Miftrifs by the by, till I can find m y o w n ? You have (lore, I'm fure ; you cunning poaching Dogs makefurer Game, than w e that hunt open and fair. Prithee now, good Viz,ard. Viz,. Let m e confider a little. Now Love and Revenge infpire m y Politicks. (A fide.) Paufes, whilft Sir Harry walks finging. Wild. P'fhaw! thou'rt as long ftudying for a new MiftVeis, as a Drawer is piercing a new Pipe. Viz,. Idefign a n e w Pipe for you, and wholefomeWine; you'll therefore bear a little Expectation. Wild. H a ! fay'ft thou, dear Viz,ard. Viz. A Girl of Sixteen, Sir Harry. Wild. N o w Sixteen thouiand Bleflings light on thee. Viz,. Pretty and Witty. Wild. Ay, ay, but her N a m e , Vizard. Viz,. Her N a m e ! yes, - fhe has the fofteft whiteft Hand that ever was made of Flefh and Blood, her Lips fo balmy fweWeitl.d . Well, well, but where fhall I find her, M a n? Viz,. |