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Show I 18 The R E L A P S E ; or, L. F. Rat m y Pocket-Handkerchief! Have not I a Page .to, carry it?. You .-may make him a Packet up to his Chin a purpofe for it; but I will not have mine ^bme fo near m y Face. V » \ *Tayl. 'Tis not for m e to difpute your LordfhiVs Fancy. • . . * Y. F. u Lor.] Kis Lord'fhip! Lory, did you obferve Lo. Yes, Sir• I always thought 'twou'd end there. N o w , I hope, you'll have a little more Refpeft for htm. r T. F. Refpeft! D a m him for a Coxcomb; now has he rum'd his Eftate to buy a Title, that he may be a Fool or the firft Rate: But let's accoft him To L. F 1 Brother, I'm your Humble Servant. l wd** ° Lard' Tam * 1 did not ex^ you ia En^ Brother, I a m glad to fee y o u _ Turning to his Taylor.] Look you, Sir; I fhall never be reconciled to this naufeous Packet; therefore pray o« m e another Suit, with all manner of Expedition, for this m™Lndr '" MrS' °aUiCOe> are not >'ou 0f ^mfirefs' °> dirca]y m7 Lov*, « can never be too *Jfc \Y°U 3re PafIItlVeIy "» the right on't, for the Packet becomes no part of the Body but the Knee. kirk.' pe your Lordl}lip is PIeas>d with y°ur Sleen' Jt * *' *£ u Te *?$ ir» ftaP my Vitals. Erin* VGUr Bill, you mail be paid to-marrow- . * Y LWF K^l^*\rm*0™" [ExitSemf. f's My Lord, my thinks they fit you very well « J ry "? me iuftbe,ow *« mW you fh'ef ^ *" * ^ % Lord> they" don't hurt I" *. I tell thee, they pinch me execrably. Shoe* Virtue in Dagger. 19 Shoe. M y Ldtd, if they pinch you, I'll be bound to be hang'd, that's all. L. F. Why, wilt thou undertake to perfuade m e I cannot feel ? Shoe. Your Lord (hip may pleafe to feel what you think fit; but that Shoe does not hurt y o u - - I think I underftand m y T r a d e -- L. F. N o w by all that's great and powerful, thou art an incomprehenfible Coxcomb; but thou makeft good Shoes, and fo I'll bear with thee. Shoe. M y Lord, I have work'd for half the People of Quality in T o w n thefe Twenty Years; and 'tis very hard 1 fhould not know when a Shoe hurts, and when it don't. L. F. Well, prithee be gone about thy Bufinefs. [Exit Shoe. To the Hofier.] Mr. Mend-legs, a word with you; the Calves of thefe Stockings are thicken'd a little too much. They make my Legs look like a C h a i r m a n ' s- Mend. My Lord, m y thinks they look mighty well. L. F. Ay, but you are not fo good a Judge of thofe things as I am, I have ftudy'd 'em all m y Life; therefore pray let the next be the thicknefs of a Crawn-piece lefs-- [Afide. If the T o w n takes notice m y Legs are fallen away, 'twill be attributed to the Violence of fome new Intrigue. To the Perriwig-maker.] Come, Mr. Foretop, let me fee what you have done, and then the Fatigue of the Morning will be over. Foretop. M y Lord, I have done what I defy any Prince in Europe to outdo •, I have made you a Perri-wig fo long, and fo full of Hair, it will ferve you for a Hat and Cloke in all Weathers. L. F. Then thou haft made m e thy Friend to Eternity : Come, comb it out. Y. F. Well, Lory, What do'ft think on't ? A very friendly Reception from a Brother after Three Years Abfence ! Lo. W h y , Sir, 'tis your o w n Fault; we feldom care for thofe that don't love what w e love; if you wcorue'edp |