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Show The Conftant Couple. 4a I'll fhake your old Limbs to pieces, if you don't deliver prefently. Smug. Blefs m e ! a Reverend Elder of Seventy Years old ac-cus'd for Petty-Larceny! Why, fearch me, good People, learch m e ; and if > ou find any Spoons about me, you fhall burn m e for a Witch. But. Ay, ay, w e will fearch you, Miftrefs. (They fearch, and pull the Spoons out of his Pockets. Smug. O h ! the Devil, the Devil! But. Where, where is he? Lord blefs us! fhe is a Witch in good earneft, may be. Smug. O, it was fome Devil, fome Covent-Garden, or St. James's Devil, that put them in m y Pocket. But. Ay, ay, you fhall be hang'd for a Thief, burnt for a Witch, and then carted for a Bawd. Speak, what are you ? Enter Lurewell. Smug. I'm the Lady Lurewell's Nurfe. Lure. W h a t Noife is this? But. Here is an old Succubus, Madam, that has ftole two Silver Spoons, and fays, fhe's your Nurfe. Lure. M y Nurfe! O the impudent old Jade, I never faw the wither'd Creature before. Smug. Then I'm finely caught. O Madam ! Madam, don t you know me ? Don't you remember Bufs and Guinea ? Lure. W a s ever fuch Impudence? I know thee! w h y, thou'rt as Brazen as a Bawd in the Side-Box. Take her before a Juftice, and then to Newgate, away. Smug. O ! confider, M a d a m , that I'm an Alderman. Lure. Confider, Sir, that you're a Compound of Covetouf-nefs, Hypocrifie, and Knavery, and muft be punilh'd accordingly. You muft be in Petticoats, Gouty Monfter, muft ye ! You muft Bufs and Guinea too; you muft tempt a Ladies Honour, old Satyr, away with him. ( Hurry him off. Still may our Sex thus Frauds of Men oppofe, Still may our Arts delude thefe tempting Foes. May Honour rule, and never fall betray d, But Vice be caught in Nets for Vertue laid. The End of the Fourth ACT. K 3 ACT |