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Show The Way to win him. 51 1 Bra. Here, Child, take a Glafs of Wine your Mafter and I have chang'd Wigs, Honey, in a Frolick, Where had you this pretty Boy, honeft Aiufiaphai Ori. Muflaphal Mir. Out of Picardy -• this is the firft Errand he has made for me, and if he does it right, I'll encourage him. Ori. The red Burgundy, Sir ! Mir. The red, mark'd a thoufand, and be fure you make haft. Ori. I fhall, Sir. (Exit. 1 Bra. Sir, you were pleas'd to like m y Wig, have you any fancy for m y Coat Look'e, Sir, it has lerv'd a great many honeft Gentlemen very faithfully. Mir. Not fo faithfully,.for I'm afraid it has got a fcurvy Trick of Leaving all its Mafters in Neceffity the Infolence of thefe Dogs is beyond their Cruelty. (Afide. Lam. You're melancholy, Sir. Mir. Only concern'd, M a d a m , that I fhou'd have no Servant here but this little Boy--he'll make fome confounded Blunder I'll lay m y Life on't, 1 wou'd not be difappoinr,- ed of m y Wine for the Univerfe. Lam. He'll do well enough, Sir; but Supper's ready, will you pleafe to eat a Bit, Sir ? Mir. b Madam, I never had a better Stomach in my Life. Lam. Come then, we have nothing but a Plate of Soop. Mir. Ah ! The Marriage Soop I cou'd difpenfe with now. (Afide.) • (Exit handing the Lady. 2. Bra. That W i g won't fall to your Share. 1 Bra. N o , no, we'll fettle that after Supper, in the mean time the Gentleman fhall wear it. 2 Bra. Shall we difpatch him? g Bra. To be fure, I think he knows me. 1 Bra. Ay, ay, dead M e n tell no Tales; I wonder at the Impudence of the Englifh Rogilcs, that will hazard the meeting a M a n at the Bar that they have encountered upon the Road! I han't the Confidence to look a M a n in the Face after I have done him an Injury, therefore we'll murder him. (Exeunt, SCENE changes to Old Mirabel'* Houfe. Enter Duretete. Dur. M y Friend has forfaken me, I have abandon'd my Miltref?, m y time lies heavy on m y hands, and m y Mbounrenys |