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Show 18 The Conftant Couple. your Hopes to pieces. I pray your Honour to perufe thefe Papers. (Gives him the Packet. Wild. W h a t is't,the Mufter-Roll of your Regiment, Colonel? Stand. N o , no, 'tis a Lift of your Forces in your laft Love Campaign ; and, for your comfort, all disbanded. Wild. Prithee, good Metaphorical Colonel, what d'ye mean ? Stand. Read, Sir, read; thefe are the Sybils Leaves that will unfold your Deftiny. Wild. So it be not a falfe Deed to cheat m e of m y Eftate, what care I. [Opening the Racquet .] Humph ! m y Hand! to the Lady Lure well, to the Lady Lurewell, . to the Lady Lurewell. » What Devil, haft thou been tampering with, to conjure up thefe Spirits ? Stand. A certain Familiar of your Acquaintance, Sir. Wild. [Reading.] Madam, m y Paffion fo natural • your Beauty contending Force of Charms Mankind Eternal Admirer Wildair! I never war. afham'd of m y N a m e before. Stand. What, Sir Harry Wildair out of humour! ha, ha, ha, poor Sir Hairy; more Glory in her Smile than in the Jubilee at Rome, ha, ha, ha: But then her Foot, Sir Harry, fhe dances to a Miracle! ha, ha, ha ! Fy; Sir Harry, a M a n of your Parts write Letters not worth a keeping ! What fay'ft thou, m y dear Knight Errant ? ha, ha, ha; you may go feek Adventures n o w indeed. Wild. [Sings.] • • Let her wander, &c. Stand. You are jilted to fome tune, Sir, blown up with falfe Mufick; that's all. Wild. N o w , why fhould I be angry that a W o m a n is a W o m a n ? Since Inconftancy and Fallhood are grounded in their Natures, how can they help it ? Stand. Then they muft be grounded in your Nature; for you and fhe are Finger and Thumb, Sir. Wild. Here's a Copy of Verfes too; I muft turn Poet in the Devil's Name. Hay S'death, what's here ? This is her Hand Oh the charming Characters! M y dear Wild- *in [Reading.] That's I this huff bluff Colonel t,:ats he> is the rareft Fool in Nature the Devil he is! TL JS fuch have l usd h i m-with al1 my Heart>Faith- I had no better way of letting you know, that 1 Udge in Pall- Mai \ near the Holy Lamb. • Colonel, I'm your moft humble Servant. ™ StTadk H o , d m yW iMledff.a gUep,> o nSi rm> yy °Fau itfht b^u tS y°o Yue th aJv le h,a >Cno'lto dneelli.v ered hSatl*fm |