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Show . <5 ThWild Gallant. Co„. Mvfatk^S^d this Rogue has found the blindfide rf.Mm; "tf/ ^tsnfMe'amr^helofesatPlay: So that formy part, I proteft to cad , i am refolv'd he picks Locks for his Living. 1'Burr. Nay, tomy Knowledge, hep.cks Locks. m. NofongTr ago than laft Night he met me in the Darl^nd offer'd to dive in-to m y Pockets. Non That's a main Argument for iufpition. . M IrfmemberoncewhentheKeys ofthe £ * < % « " were loft in the i W time, he " t for upon an extremity, and I gad he opens m e all the Locks with the Blade-Bone of a Breaft of Mutton. % fail TTiiTveryL^ Another time, when we had fate ur^ery late:at Ombre indie Country, and were hungry towards Morning, lie plucks m e out, I v o w to gad iTell you no lie, four ten-penny-Nails from the Dairy-Lock with his Teeth, Itches m e out a Mefs of Milk; and Knocks me'urn in again with his Head, upon Reputation. At«TwL°fhallIdointhisCafe? mycomfortis, my Gold's all mark'd. Con. Will you fufped a Gentleman of Lovebfs Worth, upon the Bare report of fuchaRafcalasthisF^r? w« t i / j . 1<J Non. Hold thy Tongue, I charge thee; upon m y Bleffing hold thy Tongue, I'll have him apprehended before he fleeps ; come along with me, Mr. Failer. Fail. Burr. Look well to Sir Timorous; I'll be with youinftantly. Con. I'll watch you, by your favour. [Afide. [Exeunt Nonfuch, Failer, ConfXznccfollowing them. Ifa. A word, Sir Timorous. Burr. She fhall have a courfe at the Knight, and come [Gets behind.] up to him; but when fhe is ready to pinch he fhall give fuch a loofe from her, fhall break her Heart. .'.' •»••-'. , Ifa. Burr there ftill, and watching us? There's certainly fome Plot in this, but I'll turn it to m y o wn advantage. [Afide Tim. Did you mark B«rr's retirement, M a d a m? Ifa. I ; his guilt it feems makes him fhun your Company. Tim. In what can he be guilty ? Ifa. You muft needs know it; he Courts your Miftrifs. Tim. Is he too, in Love with m y Lady Conftance ? Ifa. No, no ; but which is worfe, he Courts me. Tim. W h y , What have I to do with you ? You know I care not this for you. Ifa. Perhaps fo; but he thought you did: And good reafon he had for it. Tim. What reafon, M a d a m ? Ifa. The moft convincing in the World: H e knew m y Coufin Conftance never lov'dyou: H e has heard her fay, you were as invincibly ignorant as a Town-fop judging a new Play : As fhame-fac'd as a great over-grown School-Boy : In fine, good for nothing but to be worm'd out of your Eftate, and Sacrific'd to the god of Laughter. Tim. W a s your Coufin fo barbarous to fay this ? Ifa. In his hearing. Tim. And would he let m e proceed in m y fuit to her ? Ifa.Fov that I muft excufe him: H e never thought you could love one of m y Cou fin's Humour: But took your Court to her, only as a blind to your affection for m e : And being poffeffed with that Opinion,he thought himfelf as worthy as you to marry me. Tim. H e is not half fo worthy ; and fo I'll tell him, in a fairway. • Burr to a Boy entring.] Sirrah Boy, deliver this Note to M a d a m Ifabelle; but be not known I am fo near. Boy. I warrant you, Sir. Burr. N o w Fortune, all I defire of thee, is, that Sir Timorous may fee it; if he once be brought to believe there is a kindnefs between her and me, it will ruin all her Projects. Ifa. to the Boy.'] From whom! Boy. From Mr. Burr, Madam. Ifabelle Reads.] Thefe for M a d a m Ifabelle. Dear The Wild Gallant. M Dear Rogue, Sir Timorous knows nothing of our kindnefs, nor fb allfor me ; teem ft HI to have defign s upon him , it will hide thy affecTion the better to thy Servant Burr. Ifa. Alas,poor Woodcock,doft thou go a Birding: Thou Baft e'en fet a Sprindge to catch thy o w n Neck : Look you here Sir Timorous; here's fomethincr to confirm what I have told you. [Gives him the Letter. Tim. D, e, a, r, dea/, R, o, g, u, c, Ro-gue. Pray Madam read it: This Written hand is fuch a damn'd pcdantick thing I could never away with-it. Ifa. H e would fain have robb'd you of m e : Lord, Lord! T o fee the malice of a Man. Tim. She has perfuaded m e fo damnably, that I begin to think file's m y Miftrefs indeed. Ifa. Your Mfftrefs ? W h y I hope you are not to doubt that at this time of day. I was your Miftrefs from the firft day you ever few me. Tim. Nay, like enough you were fo ; but'I vow to gad now, I was wholly ignorant of m y o w n affection. Ifa. And this Rogue pretends he has an intereft in memeerlyto defeat you: Look you, look you where he ftands in Ambufh, like a Jefuite behind a Quaker, to fee h ow his defign will take. Tim. I fee the Rogue: N o w could I find in m y heart to marry you in fpight to him ; what think you on't in a fair way ? Ifa. I have brought him about as I would with; and n ow I'll make m y own Conditions {Afide.) Sir Timorous, I wifh you well; but he I marry muft promife me to live at London : I cannot abide to be in the Country, like a Wild Beaft in the Wildernefs, With noChriftian Soul about me. Tim. W h y I'll bear you Company. Ifa. I cannot endure your early hunting Matches there ; to have m y fleep di-fturb'd by break of Day, with heigh Jom/er, fowler, there Venus, ah Beauty! And then a ferenade of deep moyth'd Currs , to anfwer the falutation ofthe Huntf-man, as if Hell were broke loofe about m e : And all this to meet a pack of Gentle-menSalvages to ride all day like mad Men,for the immortal fame of being firft in at the Hare's Death: T o come upon the fpur after a tray I at four in the Afternoon to deftruction of cold Meat and Cheefe, with your leud Company in Boots; fall a Drinking till Supper time, be carried to Bed, top'd out of your Seller, and be good for nothing all the Night after. Tim. Well, Madam, what is it you would be at ? You fhall find m e reafonable to all your Propofitions. Ifa. I have but one Condition more to add ; for I will be as reafonable as you, and that is a very Poor requeft, to have all the Money in m y difpofing. Tim. H o w , all the Money ? Ifa. I, for I am fure I can Hufwife it better for your honour; not but that I fhall be willing to encourage you with Pocket Money, or fo fometimes. Tim. This is fomewhat hard. Ifa. Nay, ifa W o m a n cannot do that, I fhall think you have an ill Opinion of m y Virtue : Not truft your ownFlefh and Blood, Sir Timorous. Tim. Well, is there any thing more behind ? Ifa. Nothing more only the choife of m y own Company , m y o w n hours, and m y own actions: Thefe trifles granted me, in all things ofmoment,I a m your moft Obedient Wife and Servant Ifabelle. Tim. Is't a match then ? - r . Ifa. For once I a m content it fhall; but 'tis to redeem you from thofe Rafcals Burr and Failer- that way Sir Timorous, for fear of Spies; I'll meer you at the Garden Door &£** Timorous. Sola. I have led all W o m e n the way, ifthey dare but follow rne; and now march off, if I can fcape but fpying, with m y Drums beating, and m y Colours flying. [E*rf Ifabelle. ' Burr. So their wrooing's at an end; thanks to ray Wit. Esterfstfffir i_ ? Fail. O h Burr ! Whither is it Sir Timorous and Madam IfMe are gone together < Burr. Adore m y Wit, Boy; they are parted never to meet again. Fail. I faw 'um meet juft now at the Garden Door: So ho, ho, ho, w h o s within there: Help here, quickly, quickly. .G Enter |