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Show 8 The C O N F E D E R A C Y. Clog. And pay , Am'. For ibme. Clog. Well, 'tis a thoufand pities, Mrs. Amlet, they are not a^s ready atone, as they are at t'other; For not to wrung 'em, tt.ey jgive very good Rates. Ami. O for that, let us do'em Jultice, Neighbour; they never make two words upon the Price, all they haggle about is the Day of Payment. Clog. There's all the Difpute, as you fay. Ami. But that's a wicked one: For m y part, Neigh-boir I'm juft tir'dolT m y Legs with trotting after 'em -, befides, it eats out all our Profit. Would you believe' it, Mrs, Cloggit, I have worn out four pair of Pattins, witi, following m y old Lady Youthful, for one Set of falfe Teeth, and but three Pots of Paint. Clog. Look you there now. Ami. If they wou'd but once let m e get enough by 'em, to keep a Coach to carry m e a dunning after 'em, there would be fome Confcience in it. Cloz. Ay, that were fomething. But n o w you talk of Confcience, Mrs. Amlet, how do you fpeed amon°(t. your City Curtomers ? * Ami. My City Cuftomers! N o w by m y Truth, Neighbour, between the City and the Court (with Reverence be it fpuken) there's not a , to chuff. M y Ladies in the City, in Times part, were as full of Gold as they were of Religion, and as punctual in their Payments as they were in their Prayers ; but fince they have fet their Minds upon Quality, adieu one, adieu t Other, their Money and their Confciences are gone, Heav'n knows where. There is not a Goldfmith's Wife to be found in Town, but's as hard-hearted as an antient Judge, and as poor as a towering Dutchefs. Clog. But what the murrain have they to do with Quality, why don't their Husbands make 'em mind their Shops ? Ami. Their Husbands ! their Husbands fay'ft thou, W o m a n ? Alack, alack, they mind their Husbands, Neighbour, no more than they do a Sermon. Clog. The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 9 Clog. Good lack a dayT that W o m e n born of fober Parents, fhould be prone to follow ill Examples ! But now we talk of Quality, when did you hear of your Son Richard, Mrs. Amlet > M y Daughter Flipp fays me met him t'other day in a lae'd Coat, with three fine Ladies, his Footman at his heels, and as gay as a Bridegroom. Ami. Is it poillble ? Ah the Rogue ! Well Neighbour, all's well that ends well ; but Dick will be hang'd. Clog. That were pity. Ami. Pity indeed ; for he's a hopeful youn^ Man to look on ; but he leads a Life , W e i l _ L . where he has it, Heav'n knows; but they fay, he pays his Club with the beft of 'em. I have feen him but once thefe three Months, Neighbour, and then the Varlet wanted Money; but I bid him march, and .march he did to fome purpofe ; for in lefs than an Hour back comes my Gentleman into the Houfe, walks to and fro in the Room, with his W i g over his Shoulder, his Hat on one fide, whittling a Minuet, and tolling a Purfe of Gold .from one Hand to t'other, with no more Re<peft (Heaven blefs us !) than if it had been an Orange. Sirrah fays I, where have you got that ? He anfwers m e never a word, but fets his Arms a kimbo, cocks his faucj Hat in m y Face, turns about upon his ungracious Heel as much as to fay Kifs and I've never fet Eye' on him fince. ^ Clog. Look you there n o w ; to fee what the Youth or this Age are come to f Aim. See what they will come to, Neighbour. Heaven fhield, I fay; but Dick's upon the gallop. Well 1 muft bid you good-morrow ; I'm goingVhere I doubt 1 mail meet but a forry Welcome. Clog. T o get in fome old Debt, I'll warrant you ? Ami. Neither better nor worfe. Clog. From a Lady of Quality ? Aim. No, (lie's but a Scrivener's Wife; but fhe lives as well, and pays as ill, as the ftatelieft Countefs of 'em a - [Fxeunt feveral ways. A 5 Enter |