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Show 4 6 The Jnconftant: Or, Ori. I don't know the Town, Sir, and am afraid of lr> fing m y felf. Adir. Pfhaw! Lam. Page, what's become of all m y People ? Page. I can't tell, M a d a m , I can fee no fign of your La-dilhip's Coach. Lam. That Fellow is got into his old Pranks, and fall'n drunk fomewhere, none of the Footmen there? Page. Not one, Madam. Lam. Thefe Servants are the plague of our Lives, what fhall I do? Mir. By all m y hopes Fortune pimps for m e j now Duretete for a piece of Gallantry. Dur. W h y you won't, fure ? Mir. Won't, Brute ! Let not your Servants neglect, Madam, put your Ladylhip to any Inconvenience, for you can't be disappointed of an Equipage whilft mine waits below and wou'd you honour the Mafter fo far, he wou'd be proud to pay his Attendance. Dur. Ay, to be lhre. (Afide. Lam. Sir, I won't prefume to be troublefome for m y Habitation is a great way off. Dur. Very true, Madam, and he's a little engag'd, befldes Madam, a Hackney-Coach will do as well. Madam. Mir. Rude Beaft, be quiet! ( To Duretete.) The farther from home, Madam, the more occafion you have for Guard I pray, Madam. Lam. kard, Sir. (He feems to prefs, fhe to decline r dumb fhow. * ?r: ^ n • The Devil's in hislmpudence; n ow he wheedle?, fhe fmiles; he flatters, fhe fimpers; he fwears, fhe believes; Jies a Rogue, and fhe's a W h in a moment. Mir. Without there, m y Coach; Duretete, wifh me Joy. (Hands the Lady out. Dur. Wifh you a Surgeon! Here you little Picard, go follow your Mafter, and he'll lead you Ori. Whither, Sir? Dur. To the Academy, Child ; 'tis the Fafhion with Men of Quality to teach their Pages their Fxercifet go. Ort. Won't you go with him too, Sir; that W o m a n may do him fome harm, I don't like her. D^r. W h y , how now, Tagesdo you ftart up to give Laws n a ludden; do you pretend to rife at Court, and difap-piove you w otuh ed Plrielaef ubrye sa ogfr eyaotu rM aB~en t,t ebre*s :f uLroeo kt'pe ,b eS iwrriathh, hifi meb viemrs |
