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Show on't An The RELAPSE; or, ° Why, look you, do you fee, with good Worf, Ser. W ) . > I ,h oothyweas, and ask Si: TAlX&heffifi.Vbi waited upon. And do', S f ^11 to Nmfe, that (he may lock up Mifi fl,4 before the Geat's open. r. F. D'ye hear that, Lory ''*... #- • T\ AV Sir I'm afraid we fhall find a difficult Jos ft Pray Heaven that old Rogue Coupler han't feD; us to fetch Milk out of the Gunroom. n F. I'll warrant thee all will go well: See, *, Door opens. ,, ,, Enter Sir Tunbelly, with his Servants arm d with Guns, Clubs, Pitchforks, Scythes, ckc. Lo. running behind his Mafter.] O Lord, O Lore O Lord, we are both dead Men. % Y. F. Take heed, Fool, thy Fear will rum us. Lo. My Fear, Sir ; 'Sdeath, Sir, I fear nothing rAfide.] Wou'd I were well up to the Chin in a Horft Pond. ' ^ r r > i J Sir Tun. W h o is it here has any Bufinefs with me? f. F. Sir, 'tis I, if your Name.be Sir Tunbelly Clumfi Sit Tun. Sir, my Name is Sir Tunbelly Clumfey, 'ilk ther you have any Bufinefs with m e or not. So youfs I am not afham'd of my Name nor my Face-neither. Y. F. Sir, you have no caufe, that I know of. Sir Tun. Sir, if you have no caufe neither, I deli: to know who you are ; for till 1 know your Name, fhall not ask you to come into my Houfe ; and when know your N a m e 'tis fix to four I don't ask yi neither. Y. Fafh. giving him a Letter.] Sir, I hope you'll w this Letter an Authentick Pafsport. Sir. Tun. Cod's m y Life, I ask your Lordfhip's M don ten thoufand times. [To his Servant.'] Hen run in a-doors quickly: Get a Scotch-Coal Fire in^ great Parlour ; fet all the Turkey.work Chairs in m places; get the great Brafs Candlefticks out, and be fur ftick the Sockets full of Laurel, run. [Turning W Falh.] My Lord, I ask your Lordfhip's pa* Virtue in Danger. 61 To other Sexvants.] And do you hear, run away to Nurfe, bid her let Mifs Hoyden loofe again, and if it was not fhifting Day, let her put on a clean Tucker, quick, [Exeunt Servants confufedly. To Y. Fafh.] I hope your Honour will excufe the diforder of m y Family, wTe are not us'd to receive Men of your Lordfhip's great Quality every day •, pray where are your Coaches, and Servants, m y Lord ? r. F. Sir, that I might give you and your fair Daughter a proof how impatient I am to be nearer a-kin to you, I left m y Equipage to follow me, and came away Poft with only one Servant. Sir Tun. Your Lordfhip does m e too much Honour, it was expoflng your Perfon to too much Fatigue and Danger, I proteft it was; but m y Daughter fhall endeavour to make you what amends fhe can; and tho I fay it, that fhou'd not fay it Hoyden has Charms. r. F. Sir, I a m not a Stranger to them, tho I a m to her. Common Fame has done her Juftiee. Sir lun. My Lord, I am common Fame's very grateful humble Servant. My Lord my Girl's young, Hoyden is young, m y Lord; but this 1 muft fay for her, what fhe wants in Art, fhe has by Nature; what fhe wants in Experience, fhe has in Breeding ; and what's wanting in her Age, is made good in her Conftitution. So pray, m y Lord, walk in : pray my Lord, walk in. Y. F. Sir, I wait'upon you. [Exeunt. Mifs Hoyden Sola. Sure never no body was us'd as I am. I know well enough what other Girls do, for all they think to make a Fool of me : It's well 1 have a Husband a coming, or I cod, I'd marry the Baker, I wou'd fo. N o body can knock at the Gate, but prefently I muft be lockt up ; and here's the young Greyhound Bitch can run loofe about the Houfe all the day long, fhe can; 'tis very well. Nurfe without, opening the Door. Mifs Hoyden, Mifs, Mifs, Mifs; Mifs Hoyden. Enter |