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Show Jfe Sir Harry Wildair 5 being Mar. Ouy, Monfieur Dicky, you remembre de GentilmanJ be was one Marquis,, Dick. Marqui, Sir! I think, for m y part, that all the Men in France are Marqui's. W e met above a thoufand Marqui's, but the Devil a one of 'em cou'd lend a thoufand Pence^ much lefs a thoufand Pound, Mar. Morbleu, que dit vous, Bougre le Chien ? Wild. Hold, Sir, pray anfwer m e one Queftion ? W h a t made you fly your Country ? Mar. M y Religion, Monfieur. Wild. So you fled for your Religion out of France, and are p. downright Atheift in England f A very tender Confcience truly ! Mar. Begar, Monfieur, m y Confcience be de ver' tendre; he no fuftre not his Maftre to ftarve, pardie. Wild. Come, Sir, no Ceremony; refund. Mar. Refunde! Vat is dat retunde ? Parle Francois, Monfieur ? Wild. No, Sir ; I tell you in plain Englifh, return m y Money, or I'll lay you by the Heels. Mar. O h ! Begar dere is de Anglis-man now. Dere is de L a w for me. De L a w ! Ecout, Monfieur Sir Arry Voyez fa ; De France Marquis fcorn de Law. M y Broder lend your Vife de Money, and here is ray Witnefs. (Draws. Wild. Your Evidence, Sir, is very pofitive, and fhall be ex-amin'd : But this is no place to try the Caufe; we'll crofs the Park into the Fields; you fhall throw down the Money between us, and the beft Title, upon a fair hearing, lhall take it up.- Allons! (Exit. Mar. O ! D e tout m o n coeur. Allons! Fient a la tate, begar. Exit, SCENE Lurewell'j Apartment. Enter Lurewell and Parley. Lure. Pfhaw! I'm fuch a frightful Fool! 'Twas nothing but a Fancy.- Come, Parley, get m e Pen and Ink, I'll divert it. Sir Harry fhall know what a Wife he had, I'm refolv'd. Tho' he wou'd not hear m e fpeak, he'll read my Letter fure. rSiu 4own t0 mile. Chop. (From within. Hold, lure. Proted m e ! Parley, don't leave me. But won t mind it. Chofi. Hold, Lure] |