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Show 4 The Inconflant: Or, Ori. O' m y word then, m y Friends are very Bafhful; tho' I m afraid, Sir, that thofe People are.not afham'd enough at their o w n Crimes, w h o have fo many Blufhes to fpare for the faults of their Neighbours. Dug. Ay, but Sifter, the People fay--•-: Ori. Pfhaw, hang the People, they'll talk Treafon, and profane their Maker, muft w e therefore, infer, that our King is a Tyrant, and Religion a Cheat. Look'e, Brother, their Court of Enquiry is a Tavern, and their Informer, Claret : They think as they drink, and fwallow Reputations like Loches, a Lady's Health goes briskly round with the Glafs, but her Honour is loft in the Toaft. Dug. Ay, but Sifter, there is ftill fomething . ; Ori\ If there be fomething, Brother, 'tis none of the People's fomething; Marriage is m y thing, and I'll ftick to't. Dug. Marriage! Young Alirabel marry! He'll build Churches fooner; take heed, Sifter, tho' your Honour flood Proof to his home-bred AfTaults, you muft keep a ftricter Guard for the future; he has n o w got the foreign Air and the Italian Softnef ; his Wit's improv'd by Converfe, his Behaviour fi-nilh'd by Observation, and his AfTurance confirm'd by Succefs. Sifter, lean afTure you he has made his Conquefts; and 'tis a Plague upon your Sex, to be the fooneft deceiv'd by thofe very M e n that you know have been falfe to others. Ori. Then why will you tell m e of his Conquefts; for I muft confefs there is no Title to a Woman's Favour fo engaging as the repute of a handfome Diffimulation; there is fomething of a Pride to fee a Fellow lie at our feet, that hats triumph'd over io m a n y ; and then, I don't know, w e fancy he muft have fomething extraordinary about him to pleafe u?, and that w e have fomething engaging about us to fecure him, fo we can't be quiet; till w e put our felves upon the lay of being both difappointed. Dug. But then, Sifter, he's as fickle - Ori. For Gad's fake, Brother, tell m e no more of his fault?," for if you do I fhalb run m a d for him: Say no more, Sir, let m e but get him into the Bands of Matrimony, i'll fpoil his wandring, I warrant him. I'll do his Bufinefs that way, never fear. Dug. Well, Sifter, I won't pretend to underftand the Engagements between you and your Lover; I expect, when you have need of m y Counfel or Affiftance, you will let me know more of your Affairs. Mirabel is a Gentleman, and as far mand mase mtoy thHeo fnuorutrh earanndc eI notfe yreofutr c Haanp rpeiancehf,s jy oIun mthaey mceoamn |