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Show 12 The Conftant Couple. Songs, Dances, Serenading, Flattery, Foppery, and Noile, that I was forc'd to fly the Kingdom And I warrant you he made you jealous. Stand. Faith, M a d a m , I was a little uneafie. Lure. Y o u fhall have a plentiful Revenge, I'll fend him back all his Foolifh Letters, Songs and Verfes, and you your felf fhall carry 'em, 'twill afford you opportunity of triumphing, and free m e from his farther Impertinence; for of all Men he's m y Averfion. I'll run and fetch them inftantly. Stand. Dear Madam, a rare Project! H o w I fhall bait him like Atteon, with his o w n Dogs Well, Mrs. Parley, 'tis order'd by ASl of Parliament, that you receive no more pieces, Mrs. Parley. Par. Tis provided by the fame Act, that you fend no more MefTages by me, good Colonel; you muft not pretend to fend any more Letters, unlefs you can pay the Poftage. Stand. Come, come, don't be Mercenary; take Example by your Lady, be honourable. Par. A lack a day, Sir, it fhows as ridiculous and haughty for us to imitate our Betters in their Honour, as in their Finery; leave Honour to Nobility that can fupport it: W e poor Folks, Colonel, have no pretence to't; and truly, I think, Sir, that your Honour fhou'd be cafhier'd with your Leading-ftaff. Stand. 'Tis one of the greateft Curfes of Poverty, to be the Jeft of Chamber-maids! Enter Lurewell. Lure. Here's the Packet, Colonel ^'he whole Magazine of Love's Artillery. (Gives him the Packet. Stand.Wh\d\ fince I have gain'd, I will turn upon the Enemy; Madam, I'll bring you the N e w s of m y Victory this Evening. Poor Sir Harry ; ha, ha, ha. (Exit. Lure. T o the right about as you were, inarch Colonel: Ha, ha, ha. Vain Man, who boafts of ftudy'd Parts and Wiles; Nature in us your deepeji Art beguiles, r* Stamping deep Cunning in our Frowns and Smiles. j Tou toil for Art, your Intellects you trace ; Woman, mthout a Thought, bears Policy in her Face. The End of the Firfi ACT. A C T |