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Show M 62 The R E L A P S E ; or, Enter Nurfe. , ,r XNA\ what do you make fuch a noife for, ^ n^wtdoldinyom-Earsfor? Here's „ come will din your Ears for you. S . What care I who's come; I care:not 3iK W h f comes, nor who goes, as long as I muft be lock' up like the Ale-Cellar. tf*r/*. That, Mifs, is for fear you fhou d be dram before you are ripe. AT//}. O , don't you trouble your Head about thai; I'm as ripe as you, tho not fo mellow. 2V«r/k Very well ; now I have a good mind i lock yon up again, and not let you fee m y Lord t» night. , , . Mifs. M y Lord ! W h y is m y Husband come? Nurfe. Yes marry is he, and a goodly Perfon too. Mifs, hugging Nurfe.] O my dear Nurfe, forgive m this once, and I'll never mifufe you again ; no, if I do, you fhall give m e three thumps on the Back, and agret pinch by the Cheek. Nurfe, Ah the poor thing, fee how it melts; it's I full of Good-Nature, as an Egg's full of Meat. Mifs. But, m y dear Nurfe, don't lye now; ish come by your troth ? Nurfe. Yes, by m y truly, is he. Mifs. O Lord ! I'll go and put on my lac'd Smod tho I'm whipt till the Blood run down m y Heels for. [Exit running Nurfe. Eh the Lord fuccour thee, how thou t delighted ? [Exit after k Enter Sir Tunbelly, and Young Fafhion. A Servant with Wine. Sir Tun. My Lord, I'm proud of the Honour to fe your Lordfhip within m y Doors : and I humbly crafl leave to bid you welcome in a Cup of Sack Wine. Y. F. Sir, to your Daughter's Health. [Vrd Sir Tun. Ah poor Girl, (he'll be fcar'd out of M Wits on her Wedding-Night; for, honeftty fpeakig Virtue in Danger. 63 fhe does not know a Man from a W o m a n , but by his Beard, andliis Breeches. Y. F. Sir, I don't doubt fhe has a virtuous Education, which with the reft of her Merit makes m e long to fee her mine. I wifh you wou'd difpenfe with the Canonical Hour, and let it be this very Night. Sir Tun, O not fo foon neither ; that's fhooting my Girl before you bid her ftand. N o , give her fair warning, we'll fign and feal to-night if you pleafe ; and this Day feven-night let the lade look to her Quarters, r. F. This Day Sennight • Why, what do you take m e for a Ghoft, Sir ? 'Slife, Sir, I'm made of Flefh and Blood, and Bones and Sinews, and can no more live a W e e k without your Daughter-- than I can live a Month with her. [Afide. Sir Tun. Oh, I'll warrant you, m y Hero ; young M en are hot I know, but they don't boil over at that rate, neither ; befides m y Wench's Wedding-Gown is not come home yet. Y.F. O no matter, Sir, 111 take her in her Shift. [Afide. A Pox of this Old Fellow, he'll delay the Bufinefs till m y damn'd Star finds m e out, and* difcovers me. [To Sir Tun.] Pray, Sir, let it be done without Ceremony, 'twill fave Money. Sir Tun. Money Save Money when Hoyden's to be married ? Udfwoons I'll give m y Wench a W e d ding- Dinner, tho I go to grafs with the King of AJJyria for't; and fuch a Dinner it fhall be, as is not to be cook'd in the poaching of an Egg. Therefore, m y N o ble Lord, have a little Patience, we'll go and look over our Deeds and Settlements immediately ; and as for your Bride, tho you may be fharp-fet before fhe's quite ready, I'll engage for m y Girl, fhe ftays your Stomach at laft. [Exeunt* I ACT |
