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Show 12 The Inconfiant : Or, mine this moment. Mirabel, d'ye think a Woman's Silence can be natural ? Bif. But the Forms that Logicians introduce, and which proceeds from fimple Enumeration , is dubitable , and proceeds only upon admittance • Mir. Hoyty toyty! what a plague have w e here ? Plato in Petticoats! Dur. Ay, ay, let her go on, M a n ; fhe talks in m y own Mother-Tongue. Bif. Tis expos'd to invalidity from a contradictory inftance, looks only upon common Operations, and is infinite in its Termination. Mir. Rare Pedantry. Dur. Axioms! Axioms! Self-evident Principles! Bif. Then the Ideas wherewith the Mind is preoccupate. O Gentlemen , I hope you'll pardon my Cogitation; I was involv'd in a profound Point of Philofophy; but I fhall difcufs it fomewhere elfe, being fatisfy'd that the Subject is not agreeable to you Sparks, that profefs the Vanity of the Times. [Exit. Mir. Go thy way, good Wife Bias: D o you hear, Dure-tete * Doft hear this Harch'd piece of Aufterity ? Dur. She's mine, M a n ; fhe's mine : m y own Talent to a T. I'll match her in Dialects, faith. I was feven Years ato the Univerfity, M a n ; nurs'd up with Barbara, Celarunt, Darii Fcrio,Baralipton. Did you never know, M a n , that 'twas Me-taphyficks made m e an Afs ? It was, faith. Had fhe talk'd a word of Singing, Dancing, Plays, Fafhions, or the like, I had founder'd in the firft ftep ; but as fhe is - Mirabel, wifh me Joy. Mir. You don't mean Marriage, I hope. Dur. N o , no, I'm a M a n of more Honour. Aiir. Bravely refolv'd, Captain; now for thy Credit, warm me this frozen Snow-ball, 'twill be a Conqueft above the Alps. Dur. But will you promife to be always near m e ? Mir. Upon all occafions, never fear. Dur. W h y then, you lhall fee m e in two moments make an Induction from m y Love to her Hand, from her Hand to Iter Mouth, from her Mouth to her Heart, and fo conclude in her Bed, Categor'matice, [Exit. Mir. N e w the G a m e begins, and m y Fool isenter'd. • But here i omea one to fpoil m y Sport; now fhall I be teiz'd to death with thisold-falhion'd Contract. I fhou'd love her too, if I might do it m y own way, but fhe'll do nothing without Witneffes fortf ooth: I wonder W o m e n can be fo immoEdnetfetr. |