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Show The Way to win him. 19 Bif. Sir, your Intention of waiting on me was the greateft Affront imaginable, howe'er your Exprelfions may turn it to a Complement: Your Vifit, Sir, was intended as a Prologue to a very fcuivy Play, of which Mr. Mirabel and you fo handfomly laid the Plot -jp- Aiarryl No, no, Im a Man of more Honour. Where's your Honour ? Where's your Courage, now ? Ads my Life, Sir, I have a great mind to kick you - Go, go to your Fellow Rake, now, rail at m y Sex, and get drunk for Vexation, and write a Lampoon but I muft have you to know, Sir, that m y Reputation is above the Scandal of a Libel, m y Vertue is fufficiently approv'd to thole, whofe Opinion is my Intereft; and for the reft let them talk what they will, for when I pleafe, I'll be what I pleafe, in fpight of you and all Mankind, and fo m y dear Man of Honour, if you be tir'd con over this Leffon, and fit there till I come to you. (Runs off. Dur. Turn ti dum. [Sings.] Ha, ha, ha, Ads my Life, I have a great mind to kick you! Oons and Confufion ! [Starts up.] W a s ever M a n fo abus'd Ay, Mirabel fet me on. Enter Petit. Pet. Well, Sir, how d'ye find your felf? ; Dur. You Son of a nine-ey'd Whore, d'ye come to abufe me ? I'll kicjc you with a Vengeance, you Dog. (Petit runs off", and.Dux, after him. A C T III. S C E N.E continues. Old Mirabel and the Toung. Old AI. flOB, come hither, Bob. *•* Mir. Your Pleafure, Sir ? Old M. Ate not you a great Rogue, Sirrah i Mir. That's a little out of m y Comprehenfion, Sir, for I've heard fay, that I refemble m y Father. Old M. Your Father is your very humble Slave 1 tell thee what, Child, thou art a very pretty Fellow, and I loyc thee heartily; and a very great Villain, and I hate thee mortally. Mir. Villain, Sir! Then I muft be a very impudent one, for |