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Show The Way to win him\ 43 Enter Duretete. O m y Friend, let m e run into thy Bofom ; no Lark efcap'd from the devouring Pounces of a Hawk, quakes with more dif-mal Apprehenfions. Dur. The matter, M a n I Mir. Marriage, Hanging; I was juft at the Gallows-foot," the running Noofe about m y Neck, and the Cart wheeling from me. - Oh - I fha'nt' be m y felf this Month again. Dur. Did not I tell you fo? They are all alike, Saints or Devils ; their counterfeiting can't be reputed a Deceit: for 'tis the Nature of the Sex, not their Contrivance. Mir. Ay, ay: There's no living here with fecurity; this Houfe is fo full of Stratagem and Defign, that I muft abroad again. Dur. With all m y Heart, I'll bear thee company, m y Lad, I'll meet you at the Play; and we'll fet out for Italy to morrow Morning. Mir. A Match : I'll go pay m y Complement of leave to m y Father prefently. Dur. I'm afraid he'll flop you. Mir. What, pretend a C o m m a n d over m e after his Settlement of a Thoufand Pound a Year upon m e ! No, no, he has paffed away his Authority with the Conveyance; the Will of a living Father is chiefly obeyed for fake of the dying one. What makes the World attend and crowd the Great ? Hopes, Intereft, and Dependance, make their State. Behold the Anti-chamber fill'd with Beaux, A Horfe's Levee thronged with Courtly Crows. Tho' grumbling Subjects make the Crown their fport, Hopes of a Place, will bring the Sparks to Court. Dependence, even a Father's fway fecures, For tho' the Son rebels, the Heir is yours. The End of the Fourth A C T.; $ 4 & ? 8 |