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Show the Sequel of the Trip to the Jubilee. 37 coming in; and fomething there is in that Chair that I will difcover, if I can find a place to hide m y felf [Goes to the Clo- Jet-door.] Faft! I have Keys about m e for moft Locks about St. James's. Let m e fee. [Tries one Key.] No, no ; this opens m y Lady Planthorns Back-door. [Tries another.] - - Nor this ; this is the Key to m y Lady Stakeall's Garden. [Tries a third.] Ay, ay, this does it, Faith. CGoes into the Clofet, and peeps out. "Enter Shark, and another with Clincher in a Chair • Parley. Par. Hold, hold, Friend; w h o gave you Orders to lug in your dirty Chair into the Houfe ? Shar. M y Mafter, Sweetheart. Par. W h o is your Mafter, Impudence ? Sha. Every body, Sa wee-box. - And for the prefent, here's m y Mafter; and if you have any thing to fay to him, there he is for ye. [Lugs Clincher out of the Chair, and throws him upon the Floor.] Steer away, Tom. (Exeunt. Wild. What the Devil, Mr. JubiU, is it you ? Par. Blefs m e ! the Gentleman's dead! Murder! Murder \ Enter Lurewell. Lure. Protect m e ! What's the matter, Clincher t Par. Mr. Clincher, are you dead, Sir ? Clin Yes. Lure. O h ! then 'tis well enough. - Are you drunk, Sir ? Gin. No. Lure. Well! certainly I'm the moft unfortunate W o m a n living : All m y Affairs,all m y Defigns, all my Intrigues, mifcar-ry.- Faugh I the Beaft! But, Sir, what's the matter with you ? Clin. Politicks. Par. Where have you been, Sir? Clin. Shark ! Lure. W h a t fhall w e do with him, Parley i If the Color m l fhou'd come home now, w e were ruin'd. Enter Standard. O h inevitable Deftruction! Wild. Ay, ay; unlefs I relieve her now, all the World can'c fave her. Stand. Blefs m e ! What's here ? W h o are you, Sir ? Gin. Brandy. Stand. See there, M a d a m ! Behold the M a n that you prefer to tmwhaya^ tQe ud iayeioltu y.mr heea au!rn etAf" Itmn yuVd r ogHwfeou snuc ofhote f ,at shTr eruH iufenta chyar retodeou rmaB loHelon ,tnd h oaooufnferd ,M T aooranprln-iydGa adglliealfv;at nut1trh1bes1 |