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Show 26 The Inconftant: Or, Aiir. I underftand her, fhe'lltake a Husband out of fpight to me, and then out of love to m e fhe will make him a Cuckold ; 'tis ordinary with W o m e n to marry one Perfon for the fake of another, and to throw themfelves into the Arms of one they hate, to fecure their Pleafure with the M a n they love. But who is the happy M a n ? Pet. A Lord, Sir. Mir. I'm her Ladyfhip's moft humble Servant; a Train and a Title, hey ! room for m y Lady's Coach, a front R ow in the Box for her Ladylhip; Lights, Lights for her Honour. • Now muft I be a conftant attender at m y Lord's Levee, to work m y way to m y Lady's Couchee a Countefs, I prefume, Sir. Pet. A Spani/h Count, Sir, that Mr. Dugard knew abroad, is come to Pan's, faw your Miftrefs yefterday, marries her to day, and whips her into Spain to morrow. Aiir. Ay, is it fo ? and muft 1 follow m y Cuckold over the Pyrenees * Had fhe marry'd within the Precincts of a Billet deux, I wou'd be the M a n to lead her to Church ; but as it happens, I'll forbid the Banes. -Where is this mighty Don ? Pet. Have a care, Sir, he's a rough crols-grain'd Piece, and there's no tampering with him; wou'd you apply to Mr. Dugard, or the Lady her felf, fomething might be done, for it is in dcfpight to ycu, that the bufinefs is carry'd fo haftily. Odfo, Sir, here he comes. I muft be gone. [Exit. Enter Old Mir. drefs'd in a Spanifh Habit, leading Oriana. Ori. Good my Lord, a nobler Choice had better fuited your Lordfhips Merit. M y Perfon, Rank, and Circumftance, expofe m e as the publick Theme of Raillery, and fubject m e to fo injurious Ufage, m y Lord, that I can lay no claim to any part of your Regard, except your Pity. Old At. Breathes he Vital Air, that dares prefume With rude Behaviour to profane fuch Excellence ! Show me the M an A n d you fhall fee how fudden m y Revenge Shall fall upon the Head of fuch Prefumption. Is this thing one ? [Strutting up to Mirabel. Mir. Sir! Ori. Good my Lord. Old M. If he, or any he! Ori. Pray, m y Lord, the Gentleman's a ftranger. Old M. O your pardon, Sir - - but if you had' remember, Sir - - the Lady now is mine, her Injuries are mine |