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Show the Sequel of the Trip to the Jubilee. 15 Enter Fireball. Eire. With all m y Heart. Where's your Wife, Brother ? Ho'now, Man, What's the matter :*-.-Is Dinner ready ? Stand. N o . 1 don't know. Hang it; I'm forry that I invited you: For you muft know that m y Wife is very much out of order; taken dangerous ill of a fudden. So that Fire. Pfhaw ! Nothing, nothing but a Marriage Qualm; breeaMng Children, or breeding Mifchief? Where is fhe, M a n ? Prithee let m e fee her; I long to fee this fine Lady you have got. Stand. Upon m y word fhe's very ill, and can't fee any Body. Fire. So ill that fhe can't fee any Body! What, (he's not in Labour fure! I tell you, I will fee her. -Where is fhe ? {Looking about. Stand, N o , no, Brother; fhe's gone abroad to take the Air. Fire. What the Devi I! Dangerous fick, and gone out! So fick, that fhe'll fee no Body within, yet gone abroad to fee all the World ! Ay, you have made your Fortunes with a Vengeance ! Then, Brother, you fhall dine with me at Locket's; I hate thefe Family-Dinners, where a Man's oblig'd to, O Lard, Madam! N o Apology, dear Sir. 'Tis very good indeed, Madam. For your felf, dear M a dam. Where between the rub'd Floor under foot, the China in one corner, and the Glaffes in another, a Man can't make two ftrides without hazard of his Life. Commend me to a Boy and a Bell; Coming, coming, Sir. Much Noife, no Attendance, and a dirty Room, where I may eat like a Horfe, drink like a Fifh, and fwear like a Devil. Hang your Family-Dinners; come along with me. As they are going out, Enter Banter; who feeing them, feems to retire. Stand. Who's that ? Come in, Sir. Your Bufinefs, pray Sir? Ban. Perhaps, Sir, it may not be fo proper to inform you ; for you appear to be as great a Stranger here as m y felf. Fire. Come, come away, Brother; he has fome Bufinefs with your Wife. Ban. His Wife! Gadfo! A pretty Fellow, a very pretty Fellow, a likely Fellow, and a handfome Fellow; I find nothing like head tho'. a Mo-nSfirt eyro uarb ohuutm bhliem S;er vIa nwto.u 'd fain fee hiSst Faonrde. |
