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Show cern m e at the Wedd,. but Mrs. Amlet. 4 4 The C O N F E D E R A C Y flip. What does the W o m a n mean ? Ami. Hark you, Mrs. Flippanta, is not here a yonnj Gentlewoman in your Houfe that wants a Husband ? Flip. W h y do you ask ? , . , Ami. By way of Convention only, n does not con. • but vvhen file marries, 1 may chance to danc; Kdd'mg. Remember I tell you fo 5 I who am . Amlet. Flip. You dance at her Wedding ! you ! Ami. Yes, I, I ; but don't trouble Madam about her Necklace, perhaps it mayn't go out of the Family. j\. dieu, Mrs. Flippanta, [Exit Mrs. Amlet, flip. What-what what does the W o m a n mean! Mad ! What a Capilotade of a Story's here ? The Necklace loft ; and her Son Dick ; and a Fortune to marry, and fhe mill dance at the Wedding ; and- • .«$bi does not intend, 1 hope, to propofe a Match betweet her Son Dick and Corinna .' By m y Confcience I be. Vieye fhe does. An old Beldam ! Enter Brafs. Brafs. Well, Huffy, how ftand our Affairs ? H* Mifs writ us an Anfwer yet ? M y Matter's very imp* tient yonder. Flip. And why the Duce does not he come himfelf? What does he fend fuch idle Fellows as thee of his Errands ? Here I had her alone juft n o w ; H e won't have fuch an Opportunity again this jnonth, I can tell him that. Brafs. So much the worfe for him ; 'tis his Bufinefs, - B u t now, m y Dear, let thee and I talk a little oi our o w n : I grow moft damnably in love with theej doft hear that ? Flip. Phu ! thou art always timing things wrong j m y Head is full, at prefent, of more important thing! than Love. Brafs. Then it's full of important things indeed: Doft want a Privy-Counfellor ? Flip. I want an Aiiiftam. Brafs. T o do what f Flip. Mifchiek The C O N F E D E R A C Y. Brafs. I'm thy M a n touch. 45 Flip. But before I venture to let thee into m y Project prithee tell m e , whether thou find'ft a natural Difpofl-rion to ruin a Husband to oblige his Wife ? Brafs. Is fhe handfome ? Flip. Yes. Brafs. W h y then m y Difpofition's at her Service. Flip. She's beholden to thee. Brafs. Not fhe alone neither, therefore don't let Iter .grow vain upon't ; for I have three or four Affairs of ;that kind going at this time. Flip. Well, go carry this Epiftle from Mifs to thy Mafter; and when thou com'ft back, Til tell thee thy Bufinefs. Brafs. I'll know it before I go, if you pleafe. Flip. Thy Mafter waits for an Anfwer. Brafs. I'd rather he fhou*d wait than I. Flip. W h y then, in fhort, Aramintas Husband is in love with m y Lady. Brafs. Very well, Child, w e have a Rowland for her Oliver ; Thy Lady's Husband is in love with Araminta. Flip. W h o told you that, Sirrah ? Brafs. 'Tis a Negotiation I a m charg'd with, Pert. Did not I tell thee I did Bufinefs for half the T o w n ? I ^have manag'd Mafter Gripe's little Affairs for him thefe ten years, you Slut you. Flip. Hark thee, Brafs, the Game's in our hands, if w e can but play the Cards. Brafs. Pique and Repique, you Jade you, if the Wives will fall into a good Intelligence. •Flip. Let their alone ; I'll anfwer for them they don't >flip the Occaflon See here they come. They little think what a piece of good News we have for 'em. Enter Clarifla and Araminta. Clar. Jefamin / here, Boy, carry up thefe things into m y Drefllng-Room, and break as many of them by the way as you can, be fure. ,.Q ! art thou there, Brafs ! What News ? Brafs. Madam, I only call'd in as I was going by. - - - - B u t fome little Proportions Mrs. Flippanta has been |