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Show The Way to win him. 45 1 I compar'd her Necklace with her Looks, and the living Jewels out-fparkl'd the dead ones by a Million. Dur. But you have own'd to me, that abating Oriands Pretentions to Marriage, you lov'd her paffionately, then how can you wander at this rate? Mir. I long'd for a Partridge t'other day off the King's Plate, but d'ye think, becaufe I cou'd not have it, 1 muft eat nothing. Dur. Prethee, Mirabel, be quiet. You may remember what narrow fcapes you have had abroad by following Strangers, you forget your leap out of theCurtefans Window at Bollognia to fave your fine Ring there. Mir. M y Ring's a Trifle, there's nothing w e polTefs comparable to what we defire be lhy of a Lady bare-fac'd in the Front-Box with a Thoufand Pound in Jewels about her Neck ! For fhame, no more. Enter Oriana in Boy's Cloaths with a Letter. Ori. Your N a m e , Mirabel, Sir ? Mir. Yes, Sir. Ori. A Letter from your Uncle in Picardy, (Gives the Letter: Mir. [Reads.] n P H £ Bearer is the Son of a Proteftant Gentleman, who flying **• for his Religion, left me the Charge of this Touth [a pretty Boy] he's fond of fome handfome Service that may afford him of Improvement, your Care of h\m will oblige. *- ^ Yours. Haft a mind to travel, Child ? Ori. Tis m y Defire, Sir; I fhou'd be pleas'd to ferve a Traveller in any Capacity. Mir. A hopeful Inclination; you lhall along with m e into Italy, as m y Page. Dur. I don't think it fafe; the Rogue's (Noife without) too handfome The" Play's done, and iome of the Ladies come this way. » Enter Lamorce with her Train born up by a Page. Mir. Duretete, The very Dear, Identical She. Dur. And what then? Mir. W h y 'tis fhe. Dur. A n d what then, Sir? . Mir. Then! W h y . Look'e, Sirrah, the firft piece of Service I put you upon, is to follow that Lady's Coach, and bring m e word where fhe Jives. (To Oriana. -••--* S3 On. |