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Show ,4 The R E L A P S E \ or, Ber. Pray which Church does your Lordfhip moft oblige with your Prefence ? \ L. F. Oh, St. James's, Madam. There s much the beft Company. Aman. Is there good Preaching too ?*-.-•• £. F. W h y Faith, Madam I can't tell. A Man muft have very little to do there, that can give an Account of the Sermon. 2ter. You can give us an Account of the Ladies at leaft. . L. F. Or I deferve to be excommunicated-- There is m y Lady Tattle, my Lady Prate, m y Lady Titter, my Lady Leer, my Lady G/££/e, and my Lady Gr/'». Thefe fit in the front of the Boxes, and all Church* time are the prettieft Company in the World, ftap my Vitals. [To Aman.] Mayn't we hope for the Ho-nour to fee your Ladyfhip added to our Society, Madam ? Aman. Alas, my Lord, l a m the worft Company in the World at Church : I'm apt to mind the Prayers, or the Sermon, or L. F. One is indeed ftrangely apt at Church to mind what one fhould not do. But I hope, Madam, at one time or other, I fhall have the Honour to lead your Ladyfhip to your Coach there. [Afide.] Methinks fhe teems ftrangely pleas'd with every thing I fay to her-- 'Tis a vaft pleafure to receive Encouragement from a 'Woman before her Husband's Face' I have a good mind to purfue m y Conqueft, and fpeak the thing plainly to her at once. I gad I'll do't, and that in fo Cavalier a manner, fhe fhall be furpriz'd at i t - Ladies, I'll take m y Leave ; I'm afraid I begin to grow troublefome with the length of m y Vifit. Aman. Your Lordfhip's too entertaining to grow troublefome any where. L. F. afide.] That now was as much as if fhe had laid- Pray lie with me. I'll let her fee I'm quick of Apprehenf on. [To Aman.] O Lard, Madam, Lhad 'like to haye forgot a Secret, 1 muft needs tell your Ladyfhip. [To Lov.] Nedi you mint not be fo jealous now as to linen. Lm Virtue in Danger, J5 Lov. Not I, m y Lord ; I'm too fafhionable a Huf-band to pry into* the Secrets of m y Wife. L. F. to Aman. fqueezjng her Hand.] I am in love With you to Defperation, ftrike m e fpeechlefs. Aman. giving him a Box o'.th'J Ear.] Then thus I return your Pafllon An impudent Fool ! L. F. Gads Curfe, Madam, I'm a Peer of the- Realm. Lov. Hey ; what the Devil do you affront m y Wife, Sir? Nay then ~[Tbey Draw and Fight, the Women run fijrieking for Help. Aman. Ah ! What has my Folly done ? Help ; Murder, help ! Part'em for Heaven's fake. L. F. falling back, and leaning upon his Sword.] Ah quite through the Body Stap my Vitals. • Enter Servants. Lov. running to him.] I hope I han't kill'd the Fool h o w e v e r - • Bear him up ! Where's your Wound ? L. F. Juft through the Guts. Lov. Call a Surgeon there : Unbutton him quickly. L. F. Ay, pray make hafte. Lov. This Mifchief you may thank your felf for. L. F. I may fo. , Love's the Devil indeed, Ned. Enter Seringe and Servant. Serv. Here's Mr. Seringe, Sir, was juft going by the Door. L. F. He's the welcom'ft Man alive. Serv. Stand by, ftand by, ftand by. Pray Gentlemen ftand by. Lord have mercy upon us ; Did you never fee a M a n run through the.Body-before ? Pray ftand by. L. F. Ah, Mr. Seringe I'm a dead Man. Ser. A dead Man and I by 1 fhou'd laugh to fee that, I gad. Lov. Prithee don't ftand- prating, but look upon his Wound. Ser. Why, what if I won't look upon- his Wound this Hour, Sir ? Lev, |
