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Show The Way to win him. 3 Old M. Very well; will he be home to Dinner, think ye? Dug. Sir, he has order'd m e to befpeak a Dinner for us at Rouffeaus at a Lewidore a Head. Old M. A Lewidore a head! Well faid, Bob; by the Blood of the Mirabels, Bob's improv'd. But Mr. Dugard, was it fo civil of Bob to vifit Monfieur Rouffeau before his o w n Natural Father ? Eh! Heark'e, Oriana, what think you, now of a Fellow that can eat and drink ye a whole Lewidore at a fitting ? He muft be as ftrong as Hercules; Life and Spirit in abundance. Before Gad I don't wonder at thefe M e n of Quality, that their o w n Wives can't ferve 'em. A Lewidore a head, 'tis enough to flock the whole Nation with Baflards 'tis Faith. Mr. Dugard, I leave you with your Sifter. (Exit. Dug. Well, Sifter, I need not ask you how you do, your Looks refolve me ; fair, tall, well fhap'd; you're almoft grown out of m y Remembrance. OH. W h y , truly Brother, I look pretty well, thank Nature and my Toy let; I have fcap'd the Jaundice, Green-fkknefs, and the Small-pox; I eat three Meals a day, and very merry when up, and fleep foundly when I'm down. Dug. But, Sifter, you remember that upon m y going abroad you wou'd chufe this old Gentleman for your Guardian; he's no more related to our Family than Prefier John, and I have no reafon to think you miftrufted m y Management of your Fortune, therefore pray be fo kind as to tell m e without Re-fervation the true Caufe of making fuch a Choice. Ori. Look'e, Brother, you were going a rambling, and 'twas proper left I fhou'd go a rambling too, that fome-body fhou'd take care of me. Old Monfieur Mirabel is an honeft Gentleman, was our Father's Friend, and has a young Lady in his Houfe, whofe Company I like, and who has cho-fen him for her Guardian as well as I. Dug. W h o , Madamoifelle Bifarre * Ori. The fame; w e live merrily together, without Scandal or Reproach; we make much of the old Gentleman between us, and he takes care of us; we eat what we like, go to Bed when w e pleafe, rife when we will, all the Week we dance and fing, and upon Sundays go firft to Church and then to the Play - Now, Brother, befides thefe Motives for chufing this Gentleman for m y Guardian, perhaps I had fome private Reafons. Dug. Not fo private as you imagine, Sifter; your Love to young Mirabel; no Secret, I can aflure you, but fo publick that all your Friends are1 afham'd on't. Ori. |