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Show the Sequel of the Trip to the Jubilee. 19 Enter Wildair. Wild. Fifteen hundred and feventy Louis d'Ors! Tall dal de rail. [Sings.] Look ye, Gentlemen, any body may dance to this Tune; Tall dall de ral. I dance to the Tune of Fifteen hundred Pound, the moft elevated Piece of Mufick that ever I heard in m y Life; they are the prettieft Caftagnets in the World. [Chinks the A/oney.] Here, Waiters, there's Cards and Candles for you. [Gives the Servants Mo-ney.] Mrs. Parley, here's Hoods and Scarfs for you : [Gives her Money.] And here's fine Coaches, fplendid Equipage, lovely W o m e n , and vidtorious Burgundy for me. . O h ye charming Angels ! the Lofers for row, and the Gainers joy: Get ye into m y Pocket. Now, Gentlemen and Ladies, I a m your humble Servant You'll excufe me, I hope; the fmall Devotion here that I pay to m y good Fortune Ho'now! Mute ! Why, Ladies, I know that Lofers have leave to fpeak; but I don't find that they're privileg'd to be dumb. Mon/ieur! Ladies! Captain! CClaps the Captain on the Shoulder. Fire. Death and Hell! W h y d'ye ftrike me, Sir ? (Drawing. Wild. T o comfort you, Sir. Your Ear, Capt. The King of Spain is dead. Fire. The King of Spain dead ! Wild. Dead as Julius Cafar ; I had a Letter on't juft now. Fire. Tall dall de rail. [Sings.] Look ye, Sir, pray ftrike m e again if you pleafe.' See here, Sir, you have left me but one folitary Guinea in the World. [Puis it in his Mouth.] D o w n it goes i'faith.- • Allons for the Thatcb'd Houfe and the Mediterranean. Tall dall de rail. (Exit. Wild. Ha, ha, ha. Bravely refolv'd, Captain. Lure. Blefs me, Sir Harry I 1 was afraid of a Quarrel. I'm fo much concern'd! Wild. At the lofs of vour Money, Madam. But why, why fhould the Fair be afflicted ? Your Eyes, your Eyes, Ladies^ much brighter than the Sun, have equal Power with him, and can transform to Gold whate'er they pleafe. The Lawyer's Tongue, the Soldier's Sword, the Courtier's Flattery, and the Merchant's Trade, are Slaves that dig the Golden Mines for You. Your Eyes unty the Mifer's knotted Purfc. [To one Lady.] Melt into Coin the Magiftrate's maffy Chain. Youth mints for you hereditary Lands. [To another.] And Gametters only win when they can lofe to you. [To Lurewell.] This Luck is the moft Rhetorical thing in Nature. Lure. I live. have a great mind to forfwear Cards as lonig. a Lsa I. |