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Show 28 The Conftant Couple. Wild. Why thefe, Sir? Clin. fen. O Lord ! Sir, I'll tell you -fuppofe us in Rome n o w ; away goes m e I to fome Ball-for I'll be a mighty Beau. Then, as I faid, I go to fome Ball, or fome Bear-baiting, 'tis all one you know then comes a fine Italian Bona Roba, and plucks m e by the Sleeve, Scigniour Angle, Seigniour Angle, fhe's a very fine Lady, obferve that Seigniour Angle, fays (he, Seignior a, fays I, and trips after her to the Corner of a Street, fuppofe it R'iffel-flreet here, or any other Street; then you know, I muft invite her to the Tavern, I can do no lefs. There up comes her Bravo j the Italian grows faucy, and I give hiin an Englifh Doufe of the Face. 1 can box, Sir, box tightly ; I was a Prentice, Sir, but then, Sir, he whips out his Stilletto, and I whips out m y Bull-Dog flaps him through, trips down Stairs, turns the Corner of Rujfel-ftreet again, and whips me into. the Ambaffadors Train, and there I'm fafe as a Beau behind the Scenes. Wild. W a s your Piftol charg'd, Sir ? Clin.fen. Only a Brace of Bullets, that's all, Sir; I defign to fhoot feven Italians a Week, Sir. Wild. Sir, you won't have Provocation. Clin. fen. Provocation, Sir! Zauns, Sir, I'll kill any Man for treading upon m y Corn, and there will be a devililh Throng of People there; they fay that all the Princes in Italy will be there. Wild. A n d all the Fops and Fidlers in Europe but the life of your fwimming*Girdle, pray Sir? Clin. fen. O Lord, Sir! That's eafie. Suppofe the Ship caft away; now, whilft other foolifh People are bufie at their Prayers, I whip on m y fwimming Girdle, clap a Month's Provifion into m y Pockets, and fails m e away like an Egg in a Duck's Belly. And heark'e, Sir, I have a new Project in m y Head. Where d'ye think m y fwimming Git-die fhall carry m e upon this occafion ? 'Tis a new Project. Wild. Where, Sir? Clin. fen. T o Civita Vecchia, Faith and Troth, and fo fave the Charges of m v Paffage. Well, Sir, you muft pardon m e now, I'm going to fee m y Miftrefs. (Exit. Wild. This Fellow's an accomplifh'd Afs before he goes abroad. Well! This Angelica has got into m y Heart, and I can't get her out of m y Head. I muft pay her t'other Yifit. (Exit. |