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Show - Dor. But where was" th^e wIe it ™h a -^ ^ j therefore, if ft its virtue, P,/,. The truth is, Madam, the Steei a Boy > is all Honourable? juft chaftifing this young Vil- P,/,. O, very Honourable on m y ide. ^are of the Reckoning. lain , he was running away without paying J ^ Then I find 1 was deceivd m m m tf you did but P « k Yes, you are dca.v din him. know him. i off ^ ^ , V , for fear I mould be difco- Mel. Good Rhodophil, let us g « uu ™S, There's noretiring S£«£ S^'^1? £ 3 £ ! 2 S f r £ ^ " 5 S S K ,o cheat hinr when he looU up- "VS. This is the ftrangeft caprice in yon -•-, ^ ^ nmy is turn'd towards him. . j t freedom I can ^ J ^ . ^ f e « 5 5 f 5fiZ-» - More his »1 Co^ to he moft Conftantof Miftrilfe,that I bclieveisyours, PaWe. EKT^^rS^ Wl^K tha.lles lick at home in thc Bed of Honour. Ito N o w lefs have one common Health, and fo have done S Then for once I'll begin it. Here s to him that has the faireft Lady of 'CS£nifc who has this Lady, is a hippy Man, without difpute. _ I'm moft concern'd in this, I a m fure. L *l'ae- Pala. W7as it not well found out, Rhodophil ? Mel. Av, this was bientrouvke indeed. ..,.,. . .r [flw.toiteforffc.] Ifuppofe I fhall do you a kindnefs to enquire if you have not been in France, Sir? MeL To do you fervice, Sir ? ro, , Dor. O, Monfieur, tfrt valet bien humble. idaiuting ho. Mel. Voire ejclaue, Monfieur, de tout mon Ceeur. [Returningthe Salute. Dor I fupoofe, fweet Sir, you are the Hope and joy of fome thriving Citizen, w h o has pinchd himfelf at home, to breed you abroad, where you have learnt your Exercifes, as it appears, moft aukwardly, and are returned with the addition of a new L-cd Bofom, and a C lap, to your good old Father, w h o looks at you with his Mouth, while you fpout French with your Man Monfieur. Pala. Let m e kifs thee again for that, dear Rogue. Mel. And you, I imagine, are m y young Mafter, w h o m your Mother durft not truft upon fait Water, but left you to be your o w n Tutor at Fourteen, to be very brisk and cntrcprenant, to endeavour to be debauch'd e'er you have learnt the knack on't, to value your felf upon a Clap before you can get it, and to make it the height of vour Ambition to get a Player for your Miftrifs. {Rh. embracing Md.] Odear young Bully, thou haft tickl'd him with a re-pert ee i'faith. Mel. You are one of thofe that applaud our Country Plays, where Drums an'1 Trumpets, and Bio: d and Wounds, are Wit. Rh Rh. Marriage A-la-Mode. it is the very Leaf-Gold of Wit7& vehfwi^T S** is fo thin> ** for which a M a n opens his M o u t h J P Wafers and whiPP'd Cream of Senfe an Admirer of fuch%rofo H T D left ^ ' ^ a T ^ ™ h ' ^ : A n d <° * fection of Impudence and Ignorance ' end° W d witha Sreat P « - Ml' mc^c*™*^ moft vehemently. Mel. in faenfice m y Life for French Poetry7 r AJ . H?T A '/C T n th° fp0t for our Country W i t C Adva»c">S-h { R h , o Melantha.] Hold, Hold, young ^ P a l a m e d e , draw back your m OttTlllr^lt tTtVtlf^^ * <* ^ -apon. Dor. You 11 be a M a n as foon as I fhall.' ar/rc- i ^ . Efftcr a Mejfin^r to Rhodophil T ^ \ r tHf ? 'n§ h3S inftant B ^ f s with tou 1 his is fome fudden Tumult: Will you alon* > s^w^^B^Si3w!a [ Exeunt. Let them take a Lodging in the Houfe, till the bufinefs be over. wbh a Boy ' " " B°Y ? ** my *"* ! °Wn * * Cannot «3S toLie fcltow.' ThC m°reS my S°rrOW' * °ann0t accommodate you with a better Bed- Fnnch. LCt mC ^^ ^ * ^^ im° a Pa"ir °f SheetS With hIm th6t hat" the Iarf ™ .^J' rm^ T CareTf°", U-S> but ?eaVe m in the Streets^ 1 warrant you, % f rnr- u ^ n d myT > L o d§, n?a s welI as any drunken Bully of'em all. ^ III Fight in meer Revenge,, and wreak m y Paffion r A[ide O n all that fpoil this hopeful AffigAation. L J Pala I'm fure we Fight in a good Quarrel : Rogues m a v pretend Religion, and the Laws, But a kind Miftrifs is the Good Old Caufe. SCENE IV. _ Enter Palmyra, Eubulus, Hermogenes. Palm. You tell m e wonders, that Leonidas Is Prince Thagenes, the late King's Son. Eub. It feem'd as ftrange to him, as n o w to you, Before I had convinced him: But, befides His great refemblance to the King his Father, The Queen his Mother lives, fecuj'd by m e In a Religious Houfe, to w h o m each Year I brought the news of his increafing Virtues. M y laft long Abfence from you both, was caus'd By wounds, which in m y Journey I receiv'd, When, fet upon by Thieves, I loft thole JeweJs And Letters, which your dying Mother left. Her. The fame, he means, which, fince,brought to the King, Made him firft know he had a Child alive : Twas then m v Care of Prince Leon{das Caus'd me to fay he was th'Ufurper's Son , Till, after fore'd by your apparent danger, I made the true difcovery of your Birth, And once more hid m y Prince's. Enter |