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Show 2 7 S ESOP. i Mufi D'ye hear, Trumpets! When the Bride appears, falute her with a melancholy Waft. 'Twill fiiit her Humour ; for I guefs fhe mayn't be over-well pleas'd. t Enter Learchus with fievtral Friends, and a Prieft. Lear. Gentlemen and Friends, y'are all welcome. I have fent to as many of you as our fhort time wou'd eive m e leave, to defire you wou'd be Witneftes of the Honour the great Efop defigns our felf and Family. Hey ; w h o attends there ? G o let m y Daughter know I wait for her. [Ex. Servants. „ -'Tisa vaft Honour that is done me, Gentlemen. 2 Gent. It is indeed, m y Lord. Lear, afide.) Look you there ; if they don't call m e m y Lord already- I fhall be a great Man. Enter Euphronia weeping, and leaning upon Doris, both in deep Mourning. Lear. H o w n o w ! What's here ? All in deep Mourning ! Here's a provoking Baggage for you. [The Trumpets found a melancholy Air till Efop ap~ pears; and then the Violins and Hautboys (Irike up a Lancafhire Hornpipe. Enter Efop in a gay foppifih Drefs, Long Peruke, ckc. a gaudy Equipage of Pages and Footmen, all enter in an airy brisk manner. Efop, in an affecled Tone to Euphronia.] Gad take m y Soul, Mame, I hope I fhall pleafe you now • • Gentlemen all, I'm your humble Servant. I'm going to be a very happy Man, you fee. To Euph.] W h e n the heat of the Ceremony's over, if your Ladyfhip pleafes, M a m e , I'll wait upon you to take the Air in the Park. Hey, Page; let there be a Coach and fix Horfes ready inftantly. Obferving her Drcfisf] 1 vow to Gad, Mame, I was fo taken up with m y good Fortune, I did not ob* ferve the extreme Fancy of your Ladyfhip's Wedding- C l o t h e s - - - Infinitely pretty, as I hope to be fav'd ; a World of Variety, and not at all gaudy. To Lear.]-My dear Father-in-law, embrace me. Liar* ESOP. 2ja Lear. Your Lordfhip does m e too much Honour. Afide.] 1 (hall be a great Man. Efop. Come, Gentlemen, are all things readv > Where's the Prieft ? & y ' Priefi. Here, m y noble Lord. Efop. Moft Reverend Will you pleafe to fay Grace that I may fall to, for I'm very hungry, and here's very good Meat. But where's m y Rival all this while ? The leaft we can do, is to invite him to the Wedding. Lear. M y Lord, he's in Prifon. Efop. In Prifon ! how fo ? Lear. H e would have murder'd me. Efop. A bloody Fellow ! But let's fee him however. Send for him quickly. Ha, Governour-. that handfome Daughter of yours, 1 will fo mumble her Lear. I fhall be a great Man. Enter Oronces pinion'd and guarded. Efop. O ho, here's my Rival! Then w e have all We want. Advance, Sir, if you pleafe. I defire you'll do m e the favour to be a witnefs to m y Marriage, left one of thefe days you fhou'd take a fancy to difpute m y Wife with me. Or. D o you then fend for m e to infult m e ? Tis bafe in you. Efop. I have no time now to throw away upon Points of Generofity; I have hotter W o r k upon my hands. Come, Prieft, advance. Lear. Pray hold him faft there ; he has the Devil and all of mifchief in's Eye. Efop to Euph.] Will your Ladyfhip pleafe, M a m e, to give m e your fair Hand hey-day. [She refufes her Hand. Lear I'll "he it you, m y noble Lord, if fhe wont. ' Afide.] A ftubborn, felf-will'd, ftiff-necked Strumpet. L [Learchus holds out her Hand to Efop, who ta^s tt\ Oxoncesfiandson Efop'; left Hand, and the Prieft before 'em* ..r^ * hfop. |