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Show 2J2 E S 0 P. that your dear Friend Efop's coming to receive his Vifits here ? In this great downy Chair, your pretty little Husband Elect is to fit and hear all the Complaints of the Town: r One ofWifdom's chief Recompences, being to be con- 5 ftantly troubled with the bufinefs of Fools. Pray, Madam, will you take the Gentleman by the Hand, and lead him into your Chamber ; and when you are there, don't lie whining, and crying, and fighing, and wifhing Afide.] If he had not been more modeft than wife, he might have fet fuch a mark upon the Goods before now, that ne'er a Merchant of 'em all wou'd have bought 'em out of his hands. But young Fellows are always in the wrong : Either fo impudent they are nau-feous, or fo modeft they are ufelefs. Go, pray get you gone together. Euph. But if m y Father catch us, we are ruin'd. Dor. By m y Confcience this Love will make us all turn Fools. Before your Father can open the Door, can't he flip d o w n the Back-ftairs ? I'm fure he may, if you don't hold him ; but that's the old Trade. Ah Well, get you gone however . Hark. I hear the old Baboon cough ; away ! [Exit Or. and Euph. running. Here he comes with his ugly Beak before him. A h - - a lufcious Bedfellow, by m y trotlV! Enter Learchus and Efop. Lear. Well, Doris; what news from my Daughter ? Is fhe prudent ? Dor. Yes, very prudent. Lear. What fays fhe ? What does fhe do ? Dor. D o ? What fhou'd fhe do ? Tears her Cornet; bites her Thumbs ; throws her Fan in the Fire ; thinks it's dark Night at Noon-day ; dreams of Monfters and Hobgoblins ; raves in her Sleep of fore'd Marriage and Cuckoldom : Cries, Avaunt Deformity ; then wakens a fudden, with fifty Arguments at her Fingers ends, to prove the Lawfulnefs of Rebellion in a Child, when a Parent turns Tyrant. Lem • ESO P ^ ^ 2? Lear. Very fine ' but all thi- 0^*v r i , i r -J i . tnij tiian t ferve her urn I have faid the word, and will be obey'd My Lord does her honour. Dor. Afide.-] Yes, and that's all he can do to her To Lear.] But I can't blame the Gentleman after'alia he loves m y Miftrefs becaufe fhe's handfome ; and (he hates him, becaufe he's ugly. I never faw two People more in the right in m y Life. ToEfopT] You h pardon me, Sir, l>m fomewhat free. Efop. W h y , a Ceremony wou'd but take up time. But, Governour, methinks I have an admirable Advocate aboLueta ryo.u Oru Dta uogfht tehre. R o o m , Impudence be gone, I fay. Dor. So I will: But you'll be as much in the wrong when I'm gone, as when I'm here. And your Confcience, I hope, will talk as pertly to you as I can do. Efop. If fhe treats m e thus before m y Face, 1 may conclude I'm finely handled behind m y Back. Dor. I fay the Truth here ; and I can fay no worfe any where. [Exit Doris. Lear. I hope your Lordfhip won't be concern'd at what this pratling Wench bleats out ; m y Daughter will be govern'd, fhe's bred up to Obedience. There may be fome fmall difficulty in weaning her from her young Lover: But 'twon't be the firft time fhe has been wean'd from a Breaft, m y Lord. Efop. Does fhe love him fondly, Sir ? Lear. Foolifkly, m y Lord. Efop. And he her ? Lear. The fame. Efop. Is he young ? Lear, Yes, and vigorous. Efop. Rich ? L ar. So, fo. Efop. Well-born ? Lear. H e has good Blood in his Veins. Efop. Has he Wit ? Lear. He had, before he was in love. Efop, And handfome with all this ? Lear. |