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Show The Conftant Couple. 51 Dar. Conduct him up. Daughter, I won't doubt your Difcretion. (Exit Darling, Enter Wildair. Wild. O, the Delights of Love and Burgundy! Madam, I have toafted your Ladylhip fifteen Bumpers iucceffivcly, and fwallow'd Cupid( like Loches, to every Glals. Anz. And what then, Sir? Wili. W h y then, Madam, the Wipe has got into m y Head, and the Cupids into my Heart; and unlets by quenching quick m y Flame, you kindly eafe the Smart, I'm a loft Man, M a dam. Ang. Drunkennefs, Sir Harry, is the worft pretence a Gentleman can make for Rndenefs: For the Excufe is as fcanda-lous as the Fauh. Therefore, pray confider who you are fo free with, Sir ; a W o m a n of Condition, that can call half a dozen Footmen upon Occafion. Will.Nay, Madam, if you have a mind to tofs me in a Blanket, half a dozen Chamber-maids would do better Service. Come, come, Madam, tho' the Wine makes me lifp, yet has it taught m e to fpeak plainer. By all the Duft of m y ancient Progenitors, I muft this Nightquarter my Coat of Arms with yours. Ang. N a y then, who waits there ? < (Enter Footman. Take hold of that mad M a n , and bind him. Wild. Nay, then Burgundy's the Word, and Slaughter will enfuc. Hold, do you know, Scoundrib, that I have been drinking victorious Burgundy f (Draws. Servants, W e know you're drunk; Sir. Wild. Then, how have you the impudence, Rafcals, to af-fault a Gentleman with a couple of Flasks of Courage in his Head? Servants. Sir, we muft do as our young Miftrifs commands us. Wild. Nay, then have among ye, Dogs. (Throws Money among them : They fcramble, and take it up. He pelting them out, fhuts the Door, and returns. Rafcals, Poultrons, 1 have charm'd the Dragon, and now the Fruit's m y own. Ang. 0,the mercenary Wretches! This was a Plot to betray me. Wild. I have put the whole Army to flight: And now take the General Prifoner. Claying hold on her. Ang. I conjure you, Sir, by the facred N a m e of Honour, by your dead Father's N a m e , and the fair Reputation of your ? K 4 Mothers |