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Show 246 ESO P. as empty as his Head. So w e both are content; for we part much happier than w e met. £/fy>. Admirable Rogue ! what doft thou think of Murder* and of Rape, are not they Duties too ? Wer't not for fuch vile fawning things as thou art, young No-bles wou'd not long be what they are ; They'd grow afham'd of Luxury and Eafe, and roufe up the old Spirit of their Fathers -, leave the purfuit of a poor frightned Hare, and make their Foes to tremble in her ftead-, furnifh their Heads with Sciences and Arts, and fill their Hearts with Honour, Truth and Friendfhip ; be generous to fome, and juft to all; drive home their Creditors with Bags of Gold, inftead of chafing 'em away with Swords and Staves -, be faithful to their King and Country both, and ftab the Offerer of a Bribe from either; blufh even at a wandring Thought of Vice, and boldly o w n they durft be Friends to Virtue -, trembling at nothing but the Frowns of Heaven, and be no more a-fham'd of him that made 'em. Quaint. Afide.] If I ftand to hear this Crump preach a little longer, I fhall be Fool enough perhaps to be bubbled out of m y Livelihood, and fo lofe a Bird in the Hand for two in the Bufh. Sir, fince I have not been able to bring you to a good Opinion of your felf, 'tis very probable I fhall fcarce prevail with you to have one of me. But if you pleafe to do m e the favour to forget m e , I fhall ever acknowledge m y felf\ Sir, your moft obedient, faithful, humble Servant. Efop. Hold ; if 1 let thee go, and give thee nothing, thou'lt be apt to grumble at m e -, and therefore- . who waits there? Enter Servant. Quaint. Afide.'] I don't like his Looks, by Gad. Efop. I'll prefent thee with a Token of m y Love. Quaint. A. .another time, Sir, will do as well. Efop. N o ; I love to be out of Debt, though'tis being out of the Fafhion. So, d'ye hear ! Give this honeft Gentleman half a fcore good ftrokes on the back with a Cudgel. ° Quaint. 1 ESOP. •^ 247 m Quaint, By no means in the World Sir Efop. Indeed, Sir, you mall tak -em Quaint. Sir, I don't men, k,u „ Efop. O 'tis but a Tiiflt ' *"" *»"*' Quaint. Your Generofity makes m e blufh. Efop. That's your 1^'£'"'» "" bh **** Quaint. Sir you are pleafed to compliment. But a twenty Pedegrees for a clear Coaft. nf* vv/.v r. l*?nnjn& °f> *be Servant after him. Efop. Wait upon him down Stairs, Fellow 7 Id dot m y feif, were I but nimble enough 5 but he makes hafte, to avoid Ceremony. Enter Servant. Serv. Sir, here's a Lady in great hafte, defires to fpeak With you. r Efop. Let her come in. Enter Aminta, zveeping. Amin. O Sir, if you don't help me, I'm undone. Efop. What, what's the matter, Lady ? Amin. My Daughter, Sir, m y Daughter's run away With a filthy Fellow. Efop. A flippery Trick indeed ! Amin. For Heaven's fake, Sir, fend immediately to purfue'em, andfeize'em: But'tis in vain, 'twill be too late, 'twill be too late ; I'll warrant at this very moment they are got together in a R o o m with a Couch in't; all's gone, all's gone ; tho 'twere made of Gold 'tis loft: Oh! my Honour, my Honour. A forward Girl fhe was always -, 1 faw it in her Eyes the very Day of her Birth. Ejop. That indeed was early • but h o w do you know Die's gone with a Fellow ? Amin. I have e'en her own infolent Hand-writing tor't; Sir, take but the pains to read what a Letter fhe has left me. Efop Reads. 1 love, and dm belov'd, and that's the reafon I run away. Short, but fignificant! M 4 T "... tm * |