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Show 16 The R E L A P S E ; or, his Snuff-box, and when you are well with them--., defire him to lend you a Thoufand Pounds. I'll engage you profper. Y. F. S'death and Furies! W h y was that Coxcomb thruft into the World before m e ? O Fortune-- Fortune Thou art a Bitch, by G a d - [Exeunt. SCENE, A Dreffing-Room. Enter Lord Foppington in his Night-Gown. L. F. T)Age ^ [Enter Page. X Page. Sir. L. F. Sir j Pray, Sir, do m e the Favour to teach your Tongue the Title the King has thought fit to honour me with. Page. I ask your Lordfhip's pardon, m y Lord. L. F. O, you can pronounce the Word then. I thought it would have choak'd you • D'ye hear? Page. M y Lord. L. F. Call La Varole, I wou'd drefs [Exit Page. Solus. Well, 'tis an unfpeakable Pleafure to be a M a n of Quart? S ' f l ^ ^ My Lord Your Lord- TTTL 7 Lcrd 7 F°P&g'™ ' A h ! c'efiquelaue choje de beau, que le Diable m'emporte J W h y the Ladies were ready to pewk at me, whilft I had nothing but Sir Navelty to recommend me to Cm; TT,Sure whlliH was b"t a Knight, I was a very w e f e M ° W ^ - W d l' >tis T - ThoufTndPa v well given ftap my vitals £ XA T J , , EnUr Ln Carole. Semftr^ d nT*?' de Ta>'lo,> de Holler, de 5K>&Barber-be aI1 ** * W "* L. F. 'Tis well, admit 'em. i. V. Hey, Meifieurs, entrez. Enter ..- Virtue in Danger. 17 Enter Taylor? ,&c# \ • L.F. So, Gentlemen, J. 4o$e* ypu .nav£ all -taken pains to fhew your felves K(.a(te*$ m your Proltffions/ Tayl. I think I may prejurhe to fay, Sir--- •,'•**• . L.Va. My Lord-«^-~ You Clawn you. ' Tayl. W h y , is.b>made a LordT-rr- M y LP*<^ I ask your. Lordfhip's 'potion, m y Lor^ ; I Hc-pe, m y Lord, your Lordfhip vvfU yleafe to ©wn-, I have brought your Lordfhip as accomplifn'd a Suit of Clothes, as ever Peer of England trod the Stage in, m y Lord; Will your Lordfhip pleafe to try 'em now ? L. F. Ay, but let m y People difpofe the Glaltes fo, that I may fee m y felf before and behind, for I love to fee m y felf all raund • • . ; [Whilft he puts on his Clothes, enter Young Fafhion and Lory.] Y. F. Hey-day, what the Devil have w e here ? Sure m y Gentleman's grown a Favourite at Court, he has got fo many People at his Levee. Lo. Sir, thefe People come in order to make him a Favourite at Court, they are to eftablifh him with the Ladies. Y. F. Good God, to what an Ebb of Tafte are W o men fallen, that it fhou'd be in the power of a Lac'd Coat to recommend a Gallant to ' e m - Lo. Sir, Taylors and Perriwig-makers are now become the Bawds of the Nation, 'tis they debauch all the W o men. Y. F. Thou fayeft true ; for there's that Fop now, v has not by Nature wherewithal to move a Cook-maid, and by that time thefe Fellows have done with him, I'gad he mall melt down a Countefs . But now for my Reception, I'll engage it fhall be as cold a one, as a Courtier's to his Friend, who comes to put him in mind of his Promife. L. Fop. to his Taylor.'] Death and Eternal Tartures \ Sir, I fay the Packet's too high by a Foot. Tayl. M y Lord, if it had been an Inch lower, it would not have held your Lordfhip's Pocket-Handker-chief. |