OCR Text |
Show '* 20 ffe C O N F E D E R A C f * Enter Dick. Dick. Sure Flippanta muft have given m y Letter by this time ; {Afide.] I long to know how it has been reeeiv'd. Ami, Mifericord! what do I fee ! Dick. Fiends and Haggs the Witch m y Mother! Ami. Nay, 'tis hej ah, m y poor Dick, what art thou doing here ? Dick. What a Misfortune. {Afide, Ami. Good Lard ! how thou art bravely deck'd. Bw it's all one, I am thy Mother ftill; and tho thou art a wicked Child, Nature will fpeak, I love thee ftill • ah, Dick, m y poor Dick. {Embracing him, Dick. Blood and Thunder ! will you ruin m c ? {Breaking from her, Ami. Ah, the blafphemous Rogue, how hefwears! Dick. You deftroy all m y Hopes. Ami. Will your Mother's Kifs deftroy you, Varlet ? Thou art an ungracious Bird ;. kneel down, and ask mt Bleffing, Sirrah. Dick, Death and Furies ! Ami. Ah, he's a proper young Man, fee what a Shape he has; ah, poor Child. {Running to embrace him, he ftill avoiding her, Dick. Oons keep off, the Woman's mad. If any body comes, m y Fortune's loft. Ami. What Fortune, ha? fpeak Gracelefs. Ah Dic^ thou'lt be hang'd, Dick. Dick. Good dear Mother now, don't call me Dick here. Ami. Not call thee, Dick ! Is it not thy Name I What fhall I call thee ? Mr, Amlet * ha ! Art not thou a prefumptuous Rafcal ? Hark you, Sirrah, I hear of your Tricks -, you difown m e for your Mother, and fay I a m but your Nurfe. Is not this true ? Dic^. No, I love you ; I refpe£tyou ; {Taking her Hand.] I a m all Duty. But if you difcover m e here, you ruin the faireft Profpeft that M a n ever had. Ami. What Profpeft? ha ! Come, this is a Lye now. Dick. in a Moment, and tell The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 21 Dick. N o , m y honour'd Parent, what I fav is true, I'.m about a great Fortune. I'll bring you' home a Daughter-in-Law, in a Coach and fix Horfes, if you'll but be quiet: I can't tell you more now. Ami. Is it poffible ! Dicl?. 'Tis true, by Jupiter, Ami. My dear Lad • • Dick. For Heav'n's fake •• Ami. But tell me, D / V & - _ Dick. I'll follow vou home you all. Ami. What a Shape is t h e r e - Dick. Pray Mother go. Ami. I muft receive fome Monev here firft which /hall go for thy Wedding-Dinner. . ' Dick. Here's fome-bodv coming ; S'death mc'li betray me. Enter Flippanta. {He makes Signs to his Mother. Dick. Good-morrow, dear Flippanta 5 how do all the Ladies within ? Flip. At your Service, Colonel; as far at leaft -as m y Law you now, how Dick's [Afide. Lntereft goes. Ami, Colonel ! refpe£ted ' Dic^. Waiting for thee, Flippanta • I was making Acquaintance with this old Gentlewoman here. & Ami. The pretty Lad ; he's as impudent as a Page. r */ / Dick. W h o is this good W o m a n , Flippanta^ Flip. A Gin of all Trades; an old daggling Cheat, that hobbles about from Houfe to Houfe to bubble the Ladies of their Money. I have a fmall Bufinefs of yours in m y Pocket, Colonel. ; Dick. A n anfwer to m y Letter ? Flip. So quick indeed ! No, it's your Letter it felf. Dick. Haft thou not given it then yet? c A ^ ' J I - * had an 0PP0 1 t u n i ty ; but 'twon't be Ion" tirit. Won't you go in and fee m y Lady ? Dick. Yes, I'll go make her a fhort Vifit. But, dear Flippanta don't forget : M y Life and Fortune are in your hands. |