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Show The Way to win him. 17 Dur. I long to engage her, left I fhou'd forget m y Leffon. Pet. Here fhe comes, Sir, I muft fly. {Exit Pet. and Dui.fiands peeping behind the Curtain. Enter Bifarre and Maid. \ Bif. [Witha Book.] Pfhaw, hang Books, they fowre our Temper, fpoil our Eyes, and ruin our Complexions. (Throws away the Book. Dur. Eh ! The Devil fuch a word there is in all Ari-fiotle. Bif. Come, Wench, let's be free, call in the Fiddle, there's no body near us. Enter Fidler. Dur. Wou'd to the Lord there was not. Bif. Here, Friend, a Minuet! quicker time; ha- \ wou'd we had a M a n or two. Dur. [Stealing away.] You fhall have the Devil fooner, m y dear dancing Philofopher. Bif. Uds m y Life!- Here's one. (Runs to Dur, and hales him back. Dur. Is all m y learned Preparation come to this? Bif. Come, Sir, don't be afham'd, that's m y good Boy - you're very welcome, w e wanted fuch a one Come, flrike up I know ycu dance well, Sir, you're finely fliap'd for't Come, come, Sir; quick, quick, you mils the time elfe, Dur. But, Madam, 1 come to talk with you. Bif. A y , ay, talk as you dance, talk as you dance, come. Dur. But we were talking of Dialecticks. Bif. Hang Dialecticks Mind the time quicker, Sirrah [To the Fidler.] Come and how d'e find your felf now, Sir ? Dur. In a fine breathing Sweat, Doctor. Bif. All the better, Patient; all the better Come, Sir, fing now, fing, I know you fing well; I fee you have a finging Face ; a heavy dull Sonato Face. Dur. W h o , I fing? Bif. O you're modeft, Sir but come, fit down, clo-fer, clofer. Here, a Bottle of Wine Come, Sir, fa, la, la ; fing, Sir. Dur. But, Madam, I came to talk with you. Bif. O Sir, you fhall drink firft. Come, fill m e a Bumper-- here, Sir, blefs the King, Dur. |