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Show 46 Sir Harry Wildair 3 being Wild. No, no, Sir; I never ftrip to engage a Man; I fight as I dance. Come; Sir, d o w n with the Money. Mar. Dere it is, pardie. (Lays down the Bag between 'em.)- Allons! Enter Dicky, and gives Wildair a Gun. Morbleu! que fa ? Wild. N o w , Monfieur, if you offer to ftir, I'll fhoot you through the Head. Dicky, take up the Money, and carry it home. Dick. Here it is, Faith. And if m y Mafter be kill'd, the Money's m y own. Mar. Oh Morbleu! de Anglis-man be one Coward. Wild. Ha, ha, ha. Where is your France Politique, now ? Come, Monfieur; you muft know I fcorn to fight any M an for m y own : but now we're upon the level; and fince you have been at the trouble of putting on your Habiliments, I muft requite your pains. So come on, Sir. (Lays down the Gun, and ufes his Sword. Mar. Come on ! For wat ? W e n de Money is gone! De France-man fight where dere is no Profit! Pardonnez, moy, pardie. (Sits down to pull off his Pumps. Wild. Hold, hold, Sir; you muft fight. Tell m e how you came by this Picture ? Mar. (Starting up.) W y den, begar, Monfieur Chevalier, fince de Money be gone, ine will fpeak de veritie; Par-die, Monfieur, m e did make de Cuckle of you, and your Vife fend m e de Picture for m y pain. Wild. Look ye, Sir, if I thought you had Merit enough to gain a Lady's heart from me, I wou'd fhake hands immediately, and be Friends: But as I believe you to be a vain fcandalous Lyar, I'll cut your Throat. (They fight. Enter Standard and Fireball, who part 'em. Stand. Hold, hold, Gentlemen. Brother, fecure the Marquis. Come, Sir Harry, put up; I have fomething to fay to you very ferious. • Wild. Say it quickly then; for I a m a little out of humour, and want fomething to make m e laugh. (As they talk Marquis dreffes, and Fireball helps Stand. Will what's very ferious make you laugh ? Wild. Moft of all. Stand. Pfhaw! Pray, Sir Harry, tell me, W h a t made you leave your Wife? Wild. Ha, ha, ha. I knew it. . Pray, Collonel, What makes you ftay with your Wife? 5 Stand. |