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Show 24 The Constant Couple. Lure. Sir, bad not I own'd my fond foolifh Paffion, I fhou'd not have been fubject to fuch unjuft Sufpicions: But 'tis an ungrateful Return1. (Weeping.- Stand. N o w , where are all m y firm Rtfolves ? I will believe her juft. M y Paffion rais'd m y Jealoufie; then why mayn't Love be blind in finding Faults, as in excufing them ? I hope, M a d a m , you'll pardon me, fince-Jealoufie that magnify'd m y Sulpicion, is as much the Effect of Love as my Eafinefs in being fatisfy'd. Lure. EafTnefs in being fatisfy'd ! You M e n have got an in-folent way of extorting Pardon, by per filling in your Fault?. N o , no, Sir, cherilhyourSufpicionc, and feed upon your Jealoufie : 'Tis fit Meat for yrur fqueamifh Stomach. With me all Women fhou'd this Rule purfue : Who thinks us falfe, fhou'd never find us true. [Exit in a Rage. Enter Clincher in the Porter s Goaths. Clin. Well, Intriguing is theprerticft, plealanteft thing, for a M a n of m y Parts: How fhall we laugh at the Huf-band, when he is gone? How fillily he looks! He''in labour of Horns already, to make a Colonel a C u kold/ 'Twill be rare News for the Aldermen. (Afide. Stand. All this Sir Harry has occafion'd ; but he's brave, and will afford m e juft Revenge: O ! this is the Porter I fent the Challenge by: Well, Sir, have you found him ? Clin. What the Devil does he mean now ? Stand. Have you given Sir Harry the Note, Fellow ? Gin. The Note ! W h a t Note ? Stand. The Letter, Blockhead, which I fent by you to Sir Harry Wildair ; have ycu feen him ? Gin. O Lord, what fhall I fay n o w ? Seen him! Yes, Sir.- No, Sir. I have, Sir. 1 have not, Sir. Stand. The Fellow's mad. Anfwer m e directly, Sirrah, or I'll break your Head. Gin. I know Sir Harry very well, Sir; but as to the Note, Sir, T can't remember a word on't: Truth is, I have a very bad Memory. Stand. O Sir, I'll quicken your Memory. (Strikes him. Clin. Zauns, Sir, hold; I did give him the Note. S^and. A nd what A nfwer ? Gin. I mean, Sir, I did not give him the Note. .Vand. What, d'ye banter, Rafcal ? (Strikes him again, Utn. Hold, Sir, hold : He did fend an Anfwer, stand. W h a t wast, Villain? Cinx |