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Show The Recruiting Officer* 43 ing on me home, made me a carelefs Bow, and walk'd off; 'sdeath ! I cou'd have ftab'd him, or m y felf, 'twas the fame thing Yonder he comes 1 will fo ufe him ! Luc. Don't exafperate him, confider what the Fortune-teller told you; Men are fcarce, and as Times go, it is not impof-fible for a W o m a n to die a Maid. Enter Worthy. Mel. N o matter. Wor. I find fhe's warm'd , I muft ftrike while the Iron is hot You have a great deal of Courage, Madam, to venture into the Walks, where you were fo lately frighted. Mel. And you have a quantity of Impudence to appear before me, that you have fo lately affronted. Wor. I had no defign to affront you, nor appear before you either, M a d a m : I left you here, becaufe I had bufinefs in another place , and came hither, thinking to meet another Perfon. Mel. Since you find your felf difappointed, I hope you'll withdraw to another part of the Walk. Wor. The W a l k is broad enough for us both. (They walk by one another, he with his Hat cock'd, fhe fretting and tearing Fan.) Will you pleafe to take Snuff, M a d a m ? (He offers her his Box, fhe [lrik.es it out of his Hand; while he is gathering up, Brazen takes her round theWafie, fhe cuffs him. Enter Brazen. e Braz. What, here before me, m y Dear! Mel. What means this Infolence? Luc. Are you m a d ? Don't you fee Mr. Worthy i (To Brazen. Braz. N o , no, I'm ftruck blind Worthy! 'odfo ! well turn'd My Miftrefs has W i t at her Fingers ends Madam, I ask your Pardon, 'tis our way abroad - Mr. Worthy, you are the happy Man. Wor. I don't envy your Happinefs very much, if the Lady can afford no other fort of Favours but what fhe has beftowed upon you. Mel. l a m forry the Favour mifcarry'd, for it was defign'd for you, Mr. Worthy; and be afTur'd, 'tis the laft and only Fa<- vour you muft expect at m y Hands Captain, I ask your Pardon (Exit with Lucy. Braz. I grant it You fee, Mr. Worthy, 'twas only a random Shot, it might have taken off your Head as well as mine: Courage, m y Dear, 'tis the Fortune of W a r ; but the Enemy has thought fit to withdraw, I think. Wor. |