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Show the R f i t A P S E J or, 7 --^^C'cU^eit,,, UV' ^iStf worth a hundred of 'em. Arms, you ».find 15 ."here's fome body coming. Ber. Run m again ^ ^.^ • • ^ T „^ Madam, what's the matter? *"* °„I#£, - I'm almoft frighted out of: „„.. O Heav n. . a ehoft and ^ ^ntTthircVrtain, With a black Hood, J i S * , you may he gone again, l a m *. fulleft Fool. ™1a«» A Re-enter Lovelace. 7 MI Is the Coaft clear ? X r The Coaft clear! I ftpptff 7°" « * ,\ Utr fiirri a Trick as this elfe. y°f TTZ Tery well pleas'd with m y Trick thr ^ d mall Z fo -ill I h«e play'd it out, if itbe'a, fault; where's my Wife ? Ber. At Cards. Lov. With whom ? Lov. With Worthy. Lov Then we are fafe enough. ft' You are fo ! Some Husbands wou'd beofi ,her mind, if he were at Cards with their Wiv«. Lov. And they'd be in the right out too. W truft roi„e Befides, I know he s in love ma Jace, and he's not one' of thofe who court baliai 3t IT Nay, the truth on't is, you'd pity him J faw how uneafy he is at being engag d w.thus, ta roy Malice, 1 fancy'd he was to meet his MfM». Where elfe, fo did it to have the pleafure of ftett • M'LOV. What fays Amanda to my flaying ab»j late •* L, B^r. W h y (he's as much out of humour as W, lieve they wifh one another at the Devil. jj X ^ . Then I'm afraid they'll quarrel atjfy foon throw up the Cards : [C#ri»* tejfi* the Chfit] Therefore, my dear charming W us make good ufe of our time. 75 , Virtue in Danger. Ber. Heavens, what do you mean ? Lov. Pray what do you think I mean ? Ber. I don't know. Lov. I'll fhew you. Ber. You may as well tell me. •othe? N°' ^^ WOUd makC y°U bIufll W0|,fe than £*r. W h y do you intend to make m e bluAi > theidTrk.FaIth, I Can>t tdl that 5 but if * d°5 ft ^aI1 be itl ron4rSfhfS. * ™* « be «• S^iSb £"* n\ "Vi^ , O" '* the Candles. Ber. O Lord 1 are you mad ? What fhall I do for Light? lur £<w. You'll do as well without it Ber. Why, one can't find a Chair to fit down ? Lev. Come into the Clofet, Madam, there's Moon- Ihme upon the Couch. **r. Nay, never pull, for I will not <ro. Lov. Then you muft be carried. & fCarr*,'™* U o f - , ^ . , ^ J'- "vifiVd, ruS, S o t : O Lord, 1 mail never be able to bear it. (>„, ^ SCENE, &V Tunbelly>s Houfe. #""*& Hoyden Nurfe, r. Famion, «,rf Bull. f ? M • n?nCK d,(Patch of y0"". Mr. B«IL I tike to kindly, it (ha a ve vou a claim ,« ™ „ c ' . as I live, I do aflure you" X VW"3S l0"S JW/jS. And to mine too, I promife you. Bull., I moft humbly thank your Honours; and I »°P^ fV\h been ™y !"«> i°'" youin the Holv Bands of Wedlock, you win fo w^j J°g* the "° / Which I have crav'd a RI,>II7„,T ~„ "»"vdce tne sou, may fwarm aboulvou l l B L I y ° U r C^dtea Comb. y out a Honey-i #' *?££?aI1 my Heart*the """ E * Enter |