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Show The Conftant Couple. 21 dotfn the Play-houfe : Ah! that Ogle, that Ogle! Then my own piout Example: -:- Ah ! that Lip, that Lip! Lure. Here's a Religious Rogue for you now ! - As I hope to be fav'd, 1 have a good mind to beat the old Monfter, Smug. Madam, I have brought you about a Hundred and fifty Guineas, (a great deal of Money as times go) and • Lure. Come, give it me. Smug. Ah ! that Hand, that Hand, that pretty, foft, white I have brought it, you fee; but the Condition of the Obligation is luch, that whereas that leering Eye, that pouting Lip, that pretty foft Hand, that you underftand m e ; you underftand, I'm fure you do, you little Rogue • Lure. Here's a Villain now, fo covetous, that he wo'n't Wench upon his own Coft, but would bribe m e with m y own Money. I will be reveng'd. • Upon m y word, Mr. Alderman, you make me Blufh; what d'ye mean, pray? Smug. See here, Madam, f Puts a piece of Money in his Mouth J Bufs and Guinea, bufs and Guinea, bufs and Guinea. Lure. Well, Mr. Alderman, you have fuch pretty yellow Teeth, and green Gums, that I will, ha, ha, ha, ha. Smug. Will you indeed? he, he, he, m y little Cocket; and when ? and where ? and how ? Lure. 'Twill be a difficult point, Sir, to fecure both our Honours ; you muft therefore be difguis'd, Mr. Alderman. Smug. PThaw ! no matter, I a m an old Fornicator, I'm not half fo Religious as I fee in to be. You little Rogue; why, I'm difguis'd as I a m ; our Sanctity is all Outfide, all Hypocrifie. Lure. N o M a n is feen to come into this Houfe after Nightfall ; you muft therefore fheak in, when 'tis dark, in W o man's Cloaths. Smug. I gad fo, cod fo - 1 - I have a Suit a purpofe, my little Cocket; I love to be difguis'd; 1 cod, I make a very handfome W o m a n , I cod I do. Enter Servant, whifpers Lurewell. • Lure. O h ! Mr. Alderman, fhall I beg you to walk into next Room ? here are fome Strangers coming up. Smug. Bufs and Guinea firft ; ah, m y little Cocket! (Exit. Enter Wildair. Wild. My Life, my Soul, my all that Heaven can give. Lure. Death's Life with thee, without thee Death to live. Welcome, m y dear Sir Harry, I lee you got m y Direction?. Wild. Directions! in the moft charming manner,thou dear Matchiavel of Intrigue. Lure, Still brisk and airy, I find, Sir fiarry. Wild. |