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Show a 6 The Conflant Couple. A C T III. SCENE, The Street. Enter Standard and Vizard. Stand.T Bring him word where fhe lodg'dJ I the civileft Rival * in the World! 'Tis impoffible. Viz.. I fhall urge it no further, Sir; I only thought, Sir, That m y Character in the World might add Authority To m y words without fo many Repetitions. Stand. Pardon me, dear Vizard Our Belief ftruggles. hard, Before it can be brought to yield to the Difadvantage O f what w e love; 'tis fo great an Abufe to our Judgment, That it makes the Faults of our Choice our o w n Failing. But what faid Sir Harry * Viz,. He pitied the poor credulous Colonel, laugh'd heartily, Flew away with all the Raptures of a Bridegroom, repeating thefe Lines. A Miftrefs ne'er can pall her Levers Joys, Whofe Wit can whet whene'er her Beauty cloys. Stand. A Miftrefs ne'er can pall! By all my Wrongs he Whores her ! And I'm made their Property, Vengeance! Vir z,ard, you muft carry a Note from m e to Sir Harry. Viz\. W h a t ! A Challenge ! I hope you don't defign to fight? Stand. W h a t ! Wear the Livery of m y King and Pocket an Affront! 'Twere an Abufe to his Sacred Majefty, a Soldier's Sword, Vizard, fhould ftart of it felf to Redrefs its Mafter's Wrong. Viz. However, Sir, I think it not proper for m e to carry any fuch Meffage between Friends. Stand. I have ne'er a Servant here, what fhall I do? Viz,. There's Tom Errand, the Porter, that plies at the Blew Pofts, And who knows Sir Harry and his Haunts very well, You may fend a Note by him. Stand. Here, you, Friend. Viz,. I have now fome Bufinefs, and muft take m y Leave, I wou'd advifeyou neverthelefs againft this Affair. Stand. N o whifpering now, nor telling of Friends to prevent us. He that difappoints a M a n of an honourablvee nRgee, |
