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Show the Sequel of the Trip to the Jubilee. 31 Fire. Burn the Succeffion, Sir. I won't drink it • - W h a t \ Drink Confufion to our Trade, Religion and Liberties! Clin. Ay, by all means. • As for Trade, d'ye fee ? I'm a Gentleman, and hate it mortally. Thefe Tradefmen are the moft impudent Fellows w e have, and fpoil all our good Manners. What have w e to do with Trade ? Fire. A trim Politician truly ! And what do you think of our Religion, pray? Gin. Hi, hi, hi Religion! And what has a Gentleman to do with Religion, pray ? And to hear a Sea- Captain talk of Religion ! That's pleafant, Faith. Fire. And have you no regard to our Liberties, Sir? Clin. P/haw! Liberties! That's a Jeft. W e Beaux fhall have liberty to Whore and Drink In any Government, and that's all w e care for. Enter Standard. Dear Colonel, the rareft News! Stand. D a m n your News, Sir; why are not you drunk by this ? Gin. A very civil Queftion, truly! Stand. Here, Boy, bring in the Brandy Fill. Clin. This is a piece of Politicks that I don't fo well comprehend. Stand. Here, Sir; now drink it off, or [Draws.] expect your Throat cut. " Clin. Ay, ay; this comes o'the Succeffion ; Fire and Sword already. Stand. Come, Sir, off with k. Clin. Pray, Colonel, wrhat have I done to be burnt alive ? Stand. Drink, Sir, I fay Brother, manage him, I muft be gone. (Afide to Fireball, and Exit. Fire. Ay, drink, Sir. Clin. Eh! W h a t the Devil, attack'd both by ?ea and Land! Look ye, Gentlemen, if I muft be poyfon'd, pray let m e chufe m y o w n Dofe Were I a Lord now, 1 fhou'd have the Privilege of the Block, and as I'm a Gentleman, pray ftifle m e with Claret at leaft; don't let m e die like a Bawd, with Brandy. Fire. Brandy ! Y o u Dog, abufe Brandy 1 Flat Trcafon a-gainft the Navy-Royal. Sirrah, I'll teach you to abufe the Fleet. Here, Shark. Enter Shark. Get three or four of the Ship's Crew, and prefsthis Fellow a"b oSabrad. tAhye, B eMlazft,eerb.u b. {Fxit. |