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Show The Conftant Couple. 52 fet you up at Baffet, a hundred Guineas will furnifh out your Lodgings with China ; a hundred Guineas will give you an Air of Quality; a hundred Guineas will buy you a rich Efcri-torefor your Billet deux, or a fine Common Prayer-Book for your Vertue. A hundred Guineas will buy a hundred fine things, and fine things are for fine Ladies; and fine Ladies are for rine Gentlemen; and fine Gentlemen are I Gad this B^rgnndy makes a M a n fpeak like an Angel.- Come, come. Madam, take it, and put it to what ufe you pleafe. Ang. I'll ufe it as I wou'd the bafe unworthy Giver, thus • mil x u (Throws down the Purfe, and ft amps upon it. Wild. I have no mind to meddle in State Affairs; but thefe W o m e n will make m e a Parliament M a n Tpight of m y Teeth on purpofe to bring in a Bill againft their Extortion. Mie tramples under-foot, that Deity which all the World adores - - O the blooming Pride of beautiful Eighteen ! Pfhaw' 111 talk to her no longer; I'll make m y Markets with the Old Gentlewoman; fhe knows Bufinefs better; - [Goes to the Door.l Here you, Friend, pray defire the Old Lady to walk in. - Hearkee, by Gad, Madam, I'll tell your Mother. Enter Darling. Dar. Well, Sir Harry, and how d'ye like my Daughter, ™uU'c £jK5 \ Ma?am! Hearkee, will you take it ? W h y , faith, M a d a m ! take the Money, I fav, or I gad alls out. 3 5 * Ang. All fhall out 5 Sir, you're a Scandal to the N a m e of Gentleman. Wild. With all m y Heart, Madam: In (hort, Madam, your Daughter has us'd m e fomewhat too familiarly, tho' I have treated her like a W o m a n of Quality. Dar. How, Sir. Wild. W h y , Madam, I have offer'd her a hundred Guineas. Dar. A hundred Guineas! upon what Score ? Wild. Upon what Score ! Lord, Lord, how thefe Old W o men bye to hear Bawdy! Why, faith, Madam, I have ne'er a double Entandre ready at prefent, but FU fing you a Song. Behold the Goldfinches, tall al de rail, And a Man of my Inches, tall al de roll, Tou fhall take urn, believe me, tall al de rail If you will give me your tall al derail. A Modifh Minuet, M a d a m , that's all. Var. Sir, I don't underftand you* Wild. |