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Show -~&~ ^ The Wild Gallant. Non. Thefe Walls can get no Children; nor thefe Hangings ; though there be M e n wrought in 'em. Ifa. Yet, by your favour Nuncle, Children may be wrought behind, the Hangings. Non. QConftatsce, Conft ance\ H o w have m y Gray Hairs deferv'd this of thee? W h o got that Belly there ? Con. You, I hope, Sir. Non. Tell m e the truth ; for I will know it; come, the Stor Con. The Story's quickly told, Sir, I'm with Child. Non. And whofe the Father ? Con. I do not know, Sir. Non. Not know / Went there fo many to't ? Con. So far from that, that there went none at all, to m y beft knowledge, Sir. Non. Waft got by Miracle ? W h o was the Father ? Con. W h o got your Money, Sir, that you have loft ? Non. Nay, Heaven knows who got that. Con. And, Heaven knows who got this; for, on m y Confidence, he that had your Money, was the Father on't. Non. The Devil it was as foon. Con. That's all I fear, Sir. \ Ifa. 'Tis ftrange : And yet 'twere hard? Sir, to fufpect m y Coufin's Vertue, fince w e know the Houfe is haunted. Non. 'Tis true, that nothing can be laid, though under Lock and Key, but it mifcarries. Ifa. 'Tis not to be believed what thefe Villanous Spirit can do : They go invisible. Con. Firft they ftole away m y Prayer-Book ; and a little after that a, fmall Treatife I had againft Temptation ; and when they were gone, you know Sir Ifa. If there be fuch doings, pray Heaven w e are not all with Child: 'Tis certain that none live within thefe Walls, but they have Power of; I have fear'd Toby the Coachman any time this Fortnight. Non. Out impudence! A M a n with Child! W h y 'tis unnatural. Ifa. I, fo is he that got it. Non. Thou art not in earneft. -. I would I were not; hark, I hear him groan hither: Come in PoorT^j. Enter Toby Coachman, with an "Urinal. Non. H o w now! What have you there, Sirrah? Tob. And't pleafe your Worfhip 'tis m y Water: I had a fpice oth' new Difeafe here i'th' Houfe, and fo carried it to Matter Doctor. Non. Well ; yVnd what did he fey to you ? Tob. He told m e very fad News, and pleafe you : I a m fomewhat bafhful to fpeak on't. Ifa. Out with it Man. Tob. W h y truly he told m e the party .that ow'd the Water was with Child. Ifa. I told you fo Uncle. Non. T o m y beft remembrance I ^never heard of fuch a thing before. Tob. I never ftretch out m y felf to fnapmv Whip, but it goes to th' Heart oi Ifa. Alas poor Toby. Non. Begone, and put off your Livery, Sirrah: You fhall not ftay a minu. ; Service. Tob. Ibefecch your good Worfhip be good to m e ; 'twas the firft fault I committed in this kind : I have three Poor Children by m y Wife, and if vou k me to the wide World, with a new charge upon m y felf. A on. Be gone, I will not hear a word. 'lob. If I m uft g0? I'll not g0 a j o n c . jnfofe ^mis the Cook is as bad as 1 am. Non. I think you'll make m e mad: Call the Rafcal hither : I mnft acount widi him upon another fcore now I think on't. Enter Ambrofe Tinis. A 0/7. Sirrah, what made you fend a Pheafant with one W i n g to the Table ^ fterday ? s Amb I befeech your Worfhip to pardon me, I long'd for't. fwooarrrI lnIfl' fa'd.id nmAImdc n mfovefy a f rff't edo!l o?afspf cu iemntnautgbcy tlahoUer . t t Wh°oe^ iFgp iolr cett,hm rfcoo rhua gvfeheaa Br°w Vio tfth ao t mhhieef lWepho arnmckeem:. tBhefei dKeist ethei nD;o ctor f m mv N or The Wild Gallant. 57 Non. Why,, are vou with Child, Sirrah? ferv'd\rVC ^-i"^ BUt lf I T^ PUt t0 ?J °Ith' * kn°W n0t that CVcr l de" Nom Still worfe and worfe: And here comes Setftone groaning. Enter Setftone. Set. O, Sir, I have been fo troubled with fwooning fits; and have fo lona'd for Cherries. ° Non. He's Poopt too. If. Well, this is not the worft yet: I fufpect fomething more than I will fpeak on. Non. What doft thou fufpect; ha ! Ifa. Is not your Lordfhip with Child too ? Non. W h o , I with Child, Marry Heaven forbid : What doft thou fee by me to ground it on ? J Ifa. You'r very round of late; that's all, Sir. Non. Round, that's only fat I hope : I have had a very good Stomach of late Ira fure. D Ifa. Alas, and well you may: You Eat for two, Sir. Non. Setftone look upon me, and tell m e true: D o you obferve any alteration in m e r . J Set I would not difhearten your Ladifhip: Your Lordfhip I would fay: But 1 have obferv'd of late, your Colour goes and comes extremely: Methinks your Lordfhip looks very fharp, and bleak i'th' face, and mighty puffi'th' Body Non. O the Devil/ Wretched M e n that w e are all: Nothing grieves me, but that in m y old Age, when others are paft Child-bearing, I fhould come to be a difgrace to m y family. Com H o w do you, Sir ? Your Eyes look wondrous dim: Is not there a mitt before em ? Ifa. D o you not feel a Kicking in your Belly ? W h e n do you look Nuncle r Non. Uh, ufe/ Methinks I a m very ficko'th'fudden? Ifa. What ftoreof old Shirts have you againft the good time? Shall I give you a Shift Nuncle ? J Non. Here's like to be a fine charge towards; W e fhall all be brought to Bed together: Well, if I be with Devil I will have fuch Goffips: A n Ufurer and his Scrivener fhall be Godfathers. Ifa. I'll help you Nuncle : zndSaundfs two Grannies fhall be Godmothers: The Child fhall be Chriftned by the Directory, and the Goffips Gift fhall be the gude Scotch Kivenant. Con. Set. Non. Tob. Amb. Uh, uh, uh / • Ifa. What rare Mufick's here ! Non. W h e n e'er it comes from m e 'twill kill me, that's certain: Set. Beft take a Vomit. Ifa. And't comes upward the Horns will Choak him. Non. Mafs and fo they will. IIa. Your only way is to make fure o'th' Man-midwife. Non. But m y Child's difhonour troubles m e the moft: If I could but fee her well Married, before I underwent the Labour and Peril of Child-bearing! What would you advife Niece! Ifa. That which I am very loath to do: Send for honeft "lack Loveby, and let him know the truth on't: He's a Fellow without a Fortune and will be glad to leap at the Occafion. Non. But why Loveby of all the World ? 'tis but flaying till to morrow, and tlien Sir Timorous will Marry her. Com Uh ! I fwell fo faff, I cannot hide it till to morrow. If. W h y there's it now .' Non. I'll fend for the old Alderman Getwell immediately: He'll Father the Devil's Baftard I warrant you. Ifa, Fie Nuncle! J M y Coufin's fomewhat too good yet for an Alderman ; if it were her third Child fhe might hearken to you. Non. Well, fince it muft bte fo, Set Hone go yon to Loveby, makemyexcufe to him for the Arreft, and let him know what Fortune may attend him. parSIeef tah..i mMI 'rtlol. FSbaertithnfegtr oh tniheme, iCmpumrfeahydii oaanct queunladyie.nr tn heHai tmh w2 hi etrh P metyi cCooautf.i n's affection[ [tEoAx fihitid mSee; ttI fofat anoS.dne e tp..r e |