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Show e 8 The RELAPSE ',or, 5 jmand. Well I won't; but let m e know ally, jrs^*«g r? rfi0*you can be,; ^ J ' W e l l f what f W o m a n can do H end, V° R*r O a Woman can jdo a great deal if once fl,( fets her mind to it. Therefore pray don t ftand trifling any longer, and teafing your felf with this and that, and you? Love and your Virtue, and 1 k n o w not what; But refolve to hold up your Head, get a tiptoe, and look over 'em all ; for to my certain knowledge you Husband is a pickeering elfewhere. Amand. You are fure on't ? Ber. Pofitively he fell in love at the Play. Amand. Right, the very fame; do you know tb ugly thing ? . , Ber. Yes, I know her well enough -, but the s no fuch ugly thing neither. Amand. Is fhe very handfome? Ber. Truly I think fo. Amand. Hey ho. Ber. What do you figh for n o w ? Amand. Oh my Heart. Ber. afide.] Only the Pangs of Nature; fhe's in Labour of her Love ; Heaven fend her a quick Delivery, I'm fure fhe has a good Midwife. Amand. I'm very ill, I muft go to my Chamba Dear Berinthia, don't leave m e a moment. Ber. Xo, don't fear. [Afide.] I'll fee you faft brought to bed, I'll warrant you. [Exeunt^ Amanda leaning upon Berinthia, SCENE tar Virtue in Danger. 59 SCENE, A Count.-y-Houfe. Y. F. Q O, here's our Inheritance, Lory, if we can cj but get into PofTeflion. But methinks the Seat of our Family looks like Noah's Ark, as if the chief part on't were defign'd for the Fowls of the Air, and the Beafts of the Field. Lo. Pray, Sir, don't let your Head run upon the Orders of Building here ; get but the Heirefs, let the Devil take the Houfe. Y. F. Get but the Houfe, let the Devil take the Heirefs * I fay *, at leaft if fhe be as old Coupler defcribes her. Bu come, we have no time to fquander. Knock at the Door. [Lory knocks two or three times.] What the Devil, have they got no Ears in this Houfe ? Knock harder. Lo. I Gad, Sir, this will prove fome In chanted Caftle ; We fhall have the Giant come out by and by with his Club, and beat our Brains out. [Knocks again. Y. F. Hufh ; they come. From within.] W h o is there ? Lo. Open the Door and fee : Is that your Country Breeding ? Within. Ay, but two Words to a Bargain : Tummus, is the Blunderbus prim'd ? r. F. Oons, give 'em good Words, Lory -, we fhall be fhot here a Fortune-catching. Lo. I gad, Sir, I think y'are in the right on't. Ho, Mr. What-d'ye-call-uni. [Servant appears at the Window with a Blunderbus.] Weall naw, what's yare Bufinefs ? Y. F. Nothing, Sir, but to wait upon Sir Tunbelly, with your leave. Ser. T o weat upon Sir Tunbelly .<? W h y , you'll find that's juft as Sir Tunbelly pleafes. Y. F. But will you do m e the favour, Sir: to knew whether Sir Tunbelly pleafes or not? Sir. |