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Show 52 The Incenftant : Or, burns in my Pocket: But now I think on't, m y Mir-midons are upon duty to night; I'll fairly ftrole down to the Guard, and nod away the Night with m y honeft Lieutenant, over a Flask of Wine, a Rakehelly Story, and a Pipe ©f Tobacco. [Going off, Bif. meets him. Bif. W h o comes there ? Stand ! Dur. Hey day, now fhe's turn'd Dragoon. Bif. Look'e, Sir, I'm told you intend to Travel again. I defign to wait on you as far as Italy. Dur. Then I'll Travel into Wales. Bif. Wales1. What Country's that ? Dur. The Land of Mountains, Child, where you're never out of the way, 'caufe there's no fuch thing as a High-road. Bif. Rather always in a High-road, 'caufe you travel all upon Hills; but be't as it will, I'll jog along with you. Dur. But w e intend to fail to the Eaft-Indies. Bif. Eaft or Weft, 'tis all one to m e ; I'm tight and light, and the fitter for Sailing. Dur. But fuppofe w e take thro' Germany, and drink hard. Bif. Suppofe I take thro' Germany, and drink harder than you. Dur. Suppofe I go to a Baudy-houfe; Bif. Suppofe I fhow you the way. Dur. 'Sdeath, W o m a n , will you go to the Guard with me, and fmoak a Pipe ? Bif. Alloons, D o n! Dur. The Devil's in the W o m a n ; fuppofe I hang my klf- Bif. There I'll leave you. Dur. And a happy riddance, the Gallows is welcome. Bif. Hold, hold, Sir, [Catches him by the Arm going.] one word before w e part. Dur. Let m e go, M a d a m , or I fhall think that you're a Man, and perhaps may examine you. Bif. Stir if you dare; I have ftill Spirits to attend me ; and can raife fuch a mufler of Fairies as fhall punifh you to death. - Come, Sir, ftand there n o w and ogle m e ; ( He frowns upon her.) N o w a languifhing Sigh ! (He groans.) N o w run and take up m y Fan fatter. {He runs, and tabs it up.) N o w play with it handfomely. Dur. Ay, ay. (He tears it all in pieces. Bif. Hold, hold, dear humourous Coxcomb ; Captain, fpare my Fan, and I'll Why, you rude, inhumane Monfter, don't you expect to pay for this ? Dur. |