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Show 48 The Conftant Couple. pretence of my Zeal and Sobriety, I'll cozen the old Mifer; one of thefe Days out of a Settlement, and Deed of Conveyance Smug. It fhall be a Deed to convey you to the Gallows-then, you young Dog. (Afide. Viz.. And no fooner he's dead, but I'll rattle over his Grave with a Coach and Six, to inform his covetous Ghoft how genteely I fpend his Money. Smug. I'll prevent you, Boy, for 111 have m y Money bury 'd with me. (Afide. Viz,. Blefs me, Madam ! Here's a Light coming this way, \ muft fly immediately, when fhall 1 fee you, Madam ? Smug. Sooner than you expect, m y dear. Viz. Pardon me, dear Madam, I wou'd not be feen for the World. I wou'd fooner forfeit m y Life, nay, m y Pleafure, than m y Reputation. (Exit, Smug. Reputation! Reputation! That poor Word fuffers a great deal Well! Thou art the moft accomplifh'd Hypocrite that ever made a grave plodding Face over a Difh of Coffee and a Pipe of Tobacco; he owes m e for feven Years Maintenance, and fhall pay me by feven Years Imprifon-ment; and when I die, I'll leave him to the Fee-fimple of a Rope and a Shilling? W h o are thefe? 1 begin to be afraid of ibme Mifchief 1 wifh that I were fafe within the City Liberties I'll hide m y felf. (Stands cloft. Enter Butler, with other Servants and Lights. But. 1 fay there are two Spoons wanting, and I'll fearch the whole Houfe Two Spoons will be no fmall Gap in my Quarters Wages Serv. When did you mifs 'em, James? But. Mifs them. Why, I mifs them now ; in fhort they muft be among you, and if you don't return them, I'll go to the Cunning-Man to Morrow Morning; m y Spoons I want, and m y Spoons I will have. Serv. Come, come, fearch about. (Search and difcover Ah ! Who's this ? Smugler. But. Hark'e, good W o m a n , what makes you hide your felf ? What are you afham'd of. Smug. Afham'd of! O Lord, Sir, I'm an honeft old W o man that never was alham'd of any thing. But. What are you, a Midwife then ? Speak, did not you fee a couple of ftray Spoons in your Travels? Smug. Stray Spoons! But. Ay, ay, ftray Spoons; in fhort you ftole them, and |