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Show 42 The C O N F E D E R A C Y. Ami. N o w the Lord love thee ; for thou art a com, fortable young Man. [Extt Mrs. Aml^ SCENE, Gripe's Houfe. Enter Corinna and Flippanta. Cor. But hark you, Flippanta, if you don't think In loves m e dearly, don't give him m y Letter, after all. Flip. Let m e alone. Cor. When he has read it, let him give it you again, flip. Don't trouble your felf. Cor. And not a-word-of the Pudding to m y Mother. in-law. Flip. Enough. Cor, W h e n we come to love one another to k purpofe, fhe fhall k n o w all. Flip. Ay, then 'twill be time. Cor. But remember 'tis you make m e do all this now, fo if any Mifchief comes on't, 'tis you muft anfwfl for't. Flip, I'll be your Security. Cor. I'm young, and know nothing of the matter! but you have Experience, fo it's your Bufinefs to cot du£t m e fafe. Flip. Poor Innocence ! Cor. But tell m e in ferious Sadnefs, Flippanta, dots he love m e with the very Soul of him ? Flip. I have told you fo a hundred times, and yt you are not fatisfy'd. Cor. But, methinks, I'd fain have him tell me 6 himfelf. Flip. Have patience, and it fhall be done. Cor. Why, Patience is a Virtue; that we muft J. confefs But, I fancy, the fooner it's done the better, Flippanta. Enter JefTamin. Jeff. Madam, yonder's your Geography-Matter wait' ing for you. [&* Oh The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 43 Cor. Ah! how I a m tir'd with thefe old fumbling Fellows, Flippanta. Flip. Well, don't let them break your Heart, you fhall be rid of them all e'er long. Cor. Nay, 'tis not the Study I'm fo weary of, Flip-anta, 'tis the odious thing that teaches me. Were the olonel m y Mafter, I fancy I cou'd take pleafure in learning every thing he cou'd fhew me. Flip. And he can fhew you a great deal, I can tell you that. But get you gone in, here's fomebody coming, w e muft not be feen together. Cor. I will, I will, I will. • O the dear Colo* nel. [Running of. Enter Mrs. Amlet. Flip. O ho, it's Mrs. Amlet What brings you fo foon to us again, Mrs. Amlet f Ami. Ah ! m y dear Mrs. Flippanta, I'm in a furious Fright. Flip. W h y , what's come to you ? Ami. Ah ! Mercy on us all Madam's Diamond Uecklace-- Flip. What of that ? Ami. Are you fure you left it at m y Houfe ? Flip. Sure I left it ! a very pretty Queftion truly! Ami. Nay, don't be angry; fay nothing to Madam of it, I befeech you: It will be found again, if it be Heaven's good Will. At leaft 'tis 1 muft bear the Lofs on't. 'Tis m y Rogue of a Son has laid his Birdlime Fingers on't. Flip. Your Son, Mrs. Amlet I D o you breed your Children up to fuch Tricks as thefe then ? Ami. What fhall I fay to you, Mrs. Flippanta ? Can I help it ? H e has been a Rogue from his Cradle, Dick has. But he has his Deferts too. And now it comes in m y Head, mayhap he may have no ill Defign in this neither. Flip. N o ill Defign, W o m a n ! He's a pretty Fellow if he can fteal a Diamond Necklace with a good one. Ami. You don't know him, Mrs. Flippanta, fo well as I that bore him. Dick's* Rogue, 'tis true, but M u m . Flip. |