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Show < 2 Tfo C O N B E D E R A C Y " ' Flip. You fhall make her. a Kdfaato of two hundred Pounds. _ j? YHes ^^kSought in the World; F//^. Ies>y<rr vouknow, and Folks who do fo S ^ S S i S b & . Now you mall be i Sharper. S * A f a ^ S h a r p e r ; and having cheated her of two hunted Pounds, Vhall be troubledI in mind, and fend it her back again. You <™?<ff* me ? Mon. Yes I, I comprehend, but a wont flic fufped if it be fo much ? Flip. No, no, the more the better. Mon. Two hundred Pound ! Flip Yes, two hundred Pound Or let m e f e e- fo even a Sum may look a little fufpicious _ a y let it be two hundred and thirty $ that odd thirty will make it look fo natural, the Devil won't find it out. Mon. Ha ! .''"', . n • Flip. Pounds too, look I don't know how ; Guinea* I fancy were better ay, Guineas, it (hall be Guineas, You are of that mind, are you not ? Mon. Um a Guinea, you know, Flippanta, i s - Flip, A thoufand times genteeler, you are certain y in the right on't; it fhall be as you fay, two hundred and thirty Guineas. , , Mon. Ho well, if it muft be Guineas, lets fee, two hundred Guineas. Flip And thirty ; two hundred *nd thirty: If you miftake the Sum, you fpoil all. So go put them in a Purfe, while it's frefhin your Head, and fend em to me with a penitential Letter, defiringl'll do you the favour to reftore them to her. Mon. Two hundred and thirty Pounds m a Bag! Flip. Guineas, I fay, Guineas. Mon. Ay, Guineas, that's true. But, Flippanta,* (he don't know they come from me, then I give my M°: ney for nothing, you know. | The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 5$ Flip. Phu, leave that to me, I'll manage the Stock for you ; I'll make it produce fomething, Til warrant you. Mon. Well, Flippanta, 'tis a great Sum indeed • but I'll go try what I can doTor her. You fay, two hundred Guineas in a Purfe ? | Flip. And thirty; if the Man's in his Senfes. Mon. And thirty, 'tis true, I alway forget that thirty. [F.xit Mon. Flip. So, get thee gone, thou art a rare Fellow, i'faith. Brafs /--it's thee, is't not ? Enter Brafs. Brafs. It is, Hufwife. H o w go matters ? I (hid till thy Gentleman was gone. Haft done any thing towards our common Purfe ? Flip. 1 think I have; he's going to make us a Reftf-tution of two or three hundred Pounds, Brafs, A Reftitution ! - - g o o d . Flip. A new way, Sirrah, to make a Lady take a Pre* fent without putting her to the Blufh. Brafs. 'Tis very well, mighty well indeed. Prithee Where's thy Mafter ? let me try if I can perfuade him to be troubled in mind too. Flip. Not fo hafty 5 he's gone into his Clofet to prepare himfelf for a Quarrel. I have advis'd him to . with his Wife. Brafs. What to do ? Flip. Why, to make her ftay at home, now fhe has refolv'd to do it beforehand. You muft know, Sirrah, we intend to make a Merit of our BafTet-Table, and get a good Pretence for the merry Companions we intend to fill his Houfe with. Brafs. Very nicely fpun, truly, thy Husband will be a happy Man. Flip. Hold your tongue, you Fool you. See here comes your Mafter. Brafs. He's welcome. Enter Dick. Dick. My dear Flippanta / how many Thanks have I to pay thee ? • *ty* D o you like her Stile ? c 3 Vhh, |