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Show the Sequel of the Trip to the Jubilee. 41 ACT V. SCENE, Standard/ Houfe. Enter Standard and Fireball. Stand.TN fhort, Brother, a M a n may talk till Doomfdayof •*• Sin, Hell, and Damnation; but your Rhetorick will ne'er convince a Lady that there's any think of a Devil in a handfome Fellow with a fine Coat. You muft fhew the Cloven-foot, expofe the Brute, as I have done; and tho' her Vertue fleeps her Pride will furely take th' Alarm. Fire. Ay, but if you had let m e cut off one of the Rogues Ears before you fent him away.- Stand. No, no; the Fool has ferv'd m y turn, without the Scandal of a publick Refentment; and the Effect has fhewn that m y Defign was right; I've touch'd her very Heart, and {IK relents apace. Enter Lurewell running. Lure. Oh ! My Dear, fave me! I'm frighted out of my Life. Fire. Blood and Fire 1 Madam, who dare touch you? (Draws his Sword and fiands before her. Lure. O h , Sir! A Ghoft! A Ghoft! I have feen it twice. Fire. Nay then, w e Soldiers have nothing to do with Ghofts; fend for the Parfon. (Sheaths his Sword. Stand. 'Tis Fancy, m y Dear, nothing but Fancy. Lure. O h dear Collonel! I'll never lie alone again; I'm frighted to Death; I faw it twice; twice it ftalk'd by my Chamber-door, and with a hollow Voice utter'd a piteous Groan. Stand. This is ftrange! Ghofts by Day-light! Come, m y Dear, along with m e ; don't fhrink, we'll fee to find this Ghoft. (Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Street. Enter Wildair, Marquis, and Dicky. Wild. Dicky! Dick. Sir. Wild. D o you remember any thing of a thoufand Pounds Jent to m y Wife in Aiontpelier by a French Gentleman ? O 3 M** |
