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Show A 46 ^ C O N F E D E R A C Y, ruMbint A Diamond Necklace, by all the Gods!. Oons the old W o m a n. .Zeft. Claps the Necklace in his Pocket, then runs ani asks her Blefpng. Enter Mrs. Amlet. . Pray Mother, pray to, esc. . Ami. 'is it poflible ! Dick upon his humb!{ Knee ! Ah m y dear Child ! _ M a y Heaven be good unto thee. Dick. I'm come, m y dear Mother, to pay m y D«j to you, and to ask yourConfent to Ami. What a Shape is there ! Dick. T o ask your Confenr, I fay, to marry a grea: Fortune; for what is Riches in this World without \ BlefTing ? And h o w can there be a Blefhng without Re fpeft and Duty to Parents ? • Ami. What a Nofe he has ! Dick. And therefore it being the Duty of every goo; Child not to difpofe of himfelf in Marriage, withou the Ami. N o w the Lord love thee [kl/fing him.]--, for thou art a goodly young Man: Well, Dick, And how goes it with the Lady ? Are her Eyes open tt jhy Charms ? Does fhe fee what's for her o w n good Is fhe fenfible of the Bleflihgs thou haft inftore for her: H a ! Is all fure ? Haft thou broke a Piece of Monej with her ? Speak, Bird, do : Don't be modeft, and Hide thy Love from thy Mother, for I'm an indulgent Parent. Dick. Nothing under Heaven can prevent m y goo: Fortune, but its being difcover'd I a m your Son Ami. Then thou art ftill afham'd of thy natural Mo ther_ Gracelefs! W h y I'm no Whore, Sirrah. Dick. 1 know you are not A W h o r e ! Blefsu all Ami. N o -, m y Reputation's as good as the beft oi and tho I'm old, I'm chafte, you Rafcal you. Dick. Lord, that is not the thing w e talk of, Mother; em but The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 41 A m i I flunk, as the World goes, they may be proud of marrying their Daughter into a vanuous Family. Dick. Oons, Vartue is not the Cafe 'mmmm Ami. Where fhe may have a good Example before her Eyes. Dick. O Lord ! O Lord ! O Lord ! Ami. I'm a W o m a n that don't fo much as encourage an incontinent Look towards m e. Dick. I tell you, 'sdeath, I tell y o u - » Ami. If a M a n fhou'd make an uncivil Motion to m e , I'd fpit in his lafcivious Face : And ail this you may tell them, Sirrah. Dick. Death and Furies ! the Woman's out of her • . Ami. Don't you fwear, you Rafcal you, don't you fwear ; w e fhall have thee damn'd at laft, and then I fhall be difgrac'd. Dick. W h y then in cold Blood hear m e fpeak to you: 1 tell you it's a City-Fortune I'm about, fhe cares not a Fig for your Virtue, fhe'll hear of nothing but Quality : She has quarrell'd with one of her Friends for having a better Complexion, and is refolv'd fhe'll marry, to take place of her. Ami. What a Cherry-Lip is there ! Dick. Therefore, good dear Mother now, have a care and don't difcover m e ; for if you do, all's loft. A m L Dear, dear, how thy fair Bride will be delighted ? Go, get thee gone, go: G o fetch her home, go fetch her h o m e ; I'll give her a Sack-Poffet, and a Pillow of D o w n fhe fhall lay her Head upon. G o y fetch her home, I fay. Dick. Take care then of the main Chance, m y dear Mother ; remember, if you difcover me. Ami. Go, fetch her home, 1 fay. Dick* You promife m e t h e n - Ami. March. Dick. But fwear to m e - . Amb. Be gone, Sirrah. Dick. Well, I'll rely upon you But one Ktfs before I go. [Ktps her heartily, and runs off. Ad AmF. |