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Show The Recruiting Officer. 51 Kite. 'Tis fo, M a d a m The W o r d Demonftration comes from Damon the Father of Lyes. Mel. Well, Doctor, I a m convinc'd ; and now, pray, what Account can.you give of m y future Fortune? Kite. Before the Sun has made oneCourfe round this earthly Globe, your Fortune will be fix'd for Happinefs or Mi-iery. Alel. What! So near the Crifis of m y Fate ! Kite. Let m e fee About the Hour of Ten to Morrow Morning you will be faluted by a Gentleman, who will come to take his Leave of«you, being defign'd for Travel ; his Intention of going abroad is fudden, and the Occafion a W o man. Your Fortune and his are like the Bullet and the Barrel, one runs plump into the other. In fhort, if the Gentleman travels, he will die abroad, and if he does you will die before he comes home. Mel. What fort of M a n is he ? Kite. Madam, he's a fine Gentleman, and a Lover, that is, a M a n of very good Senfe, and a very great Fool. Mel. H o w is that poflible, Doctor ? Kite. Becaufe, M a d a m becaufe it is fo A Woman's Reafon is the beft for a Man's being a Fool. Mel. Ten a Clock, you fay ? Kite. Ten • about the hour of Tea-drinking throughout the Kingdom. Mel. Here, Doctor. (Gives A<foney.) Lucy, have you any Queftions to ask ? Luc. Oh, M a d a m ! A thoufa'nd. Kite. I muft beg your Patience till another time; for I expect more Company this minute; befides, I muft difcharge the Gentleman under the Table. Luc. O pray, Sir, difcharge us firft ! Kite, Tycho, wait on the Ladies down Stairs. (Exeunt Melinda and Lucyy Enter Worthy and Plume. Kite. Mr. Worthy, you were pleas'd to wilh me Joy to Day, I hope to be able to return the Complement to Morrow. Wor. Ill make it the beft Complement to you that ever I made in m y Life, if you do; but I muft be a Traveller, you fHfaueymPKyk?ei md t,ee aS..yi r!.N T Yoho autf a drwotehn e'hrta vptreho afcneof sntc hMeeir dtCewhdi ofaprlsyr e,oa Ddfoy t,ch te(o KrCn.ho acnknienlg, hIa rprde.) Dd 3 Kite. |
