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Show 21 Sir Harry Wildair 5 being malsarefo unpolilh'dl I wi(h the Perfeeution wou'd rage a little harder, that we might have more of thefe French Refugees among us. Enter the Alaids with Chocolate. Thefe Wenches are gone to Smyrna for ihis Chocolate.-* And what made vou flay fo long ? Cham. I thought we did not flay at all, Madam. Lure. Only an Hour and a half by the floweft Clock in Chriftendom And fuch Salvers and Difhes too! The Lard be merciful to ine; what have I committed, to be plagu'd with fuch Animals ? Where are m y new Japan Salvers ? 1 Broke, o' m y Confcience! All to pieces, I'll lay my Life on't. Cham. No, indeed, Madam, but your Husband • Lure. H o w ! Husband, Impudence ! I'll teach you Manners. (Gives her a Box on the Ear.) Husband ! Is that your Wdfh Breeding? Han't the Coll. a N a m e of his own ? Cham. Well then, the Coll. He us'd 'em this Morning, and we han't got 'em fince. Lure. H o w ! The Coll. ufe m y things! H o w dare the Coll, ufe any thing of mine? j But his Campaign Education muft be pardon'd.-- A n d I warrant they were fifted about among his dirty Levee of Disbanded Officers ? Faugh! The very Thoughts of them Fellows with their eager Looks, Iron Swords, ty'd up Wigs, and tuck'd in Cravats makes me fick as Death.-Come, let me fee.- {Goes to take the Chocolate, and ft art i back.) Heav'ns protect m e from fuch a Sight! Lord, Girl! W h e n did you wa(h your hands laft? And have you been pawing me all this Morning with them dirty Fiftsof yours ? {Runs to the Glafs.) 1 muft drefs all over again.- Go, take it away, I fhall fwoon elfe. Here, Mrs.Mon-fter, call up m y Tayler ; and, d'ye hear? You Mrs. Hqbby-horfe, fee if m y Company be come to Cards yet. Enter the Tayler. Oh, Mr. Remnant! I don't know what ails thefe Stays you have made me; but fomething is the matter, I don't like ''em. Rem. I'm very forry for that, Madam. But what Fault does your Ladylhip find ? Lure. I don't know where the Fault lies ; but in fhort, I don't like 'em ; 1 can't tell how j the things are well enough, made, but I don't like 'em. LRuerme.. ANroe .t hey too wide, M a d a m ? Rtm\ |