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Show 44 Sir Harry Wildair 5 being SCENE, the Park. Cmpany walking ; Wildair and Marquis paffing haflily Stage, one calls. Lord. Sir Harry. Wild. My Lord ? Monfieur I'll follow you, Sir. (Exit Marquis. Lo. I muft talk with you, Sir. Wild. Pray, my Lord, let it be very fhort; for I was never in more hafte in m y Life. Lo. May 1 prefume, Sir, to enquire the caule that detain d you fo late laft Night at my Houfe ? Wild. More Mifchief again! Perhaps, m y Lord, I may not prefume to inform you. Lo. Then perhaps, Sir, 1 may prefume to extort it from you. . Wild. Look ye, m y Lord, don't frown; it fpoils your Face. But, if you muft know, your Lady owes me two hundred Guineas, and that Sum I will prefume to extort from your Lordfhip. Lo, T w o hundred Guineas! Have you any thing to fhew ^oiit> w „ „ Wild. Ha, ha, ha. Shew for it, m y Lord ! I fhew d Quint and Quatorz for it; and to a M a n of Honour that's as firm as a Bond and Judgment. Lo. Come, Sir, this won't pafs upon me ; I'm a Man of Honour. Wild. Honour! Ha, ha, ha. Tis very ftrange! That fome Men, tho' their Education be never fo Gallant, will ne'er learn Breeding! Look ye, my Lord, when you and I were under the Tuition of our Governors, and con-vers'd only with old Cicero, Livy, Virgil, Plutarch, and like; why then fuch a Man was a Villain, and fuch a one was a Man of Honour: But now, that I have known the Court, a little of what they call the Beaumonde, and the Belle-efprit, I find that Honour looks as ridiculous Roman Buskins upon your Lordfhip, or m y full Peruke upon Scipio Africanm. Lo. W h y fhou'd you think fo, Sir? Wild. Becaufe the World's improv'd, m y Lord, and we find that this Honour is a very troublefome and impertinent th.ng. Can't we live together like good Neighbours and Chriftian?, as they do in France? 1 lend you m y Coach, I borrow yours; you dine with me, I Tup with you; wIi tffije |