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Show 7o The C Q N F E D E R A C Y. fee you clearing the Debts of your Neighbours \ and leaving thofe of your o w n unpaid. Gripe. W h y that's true now. SSSrStHnrrnfoutayoungLover;^ WhL^hyd rethinking, that if you give me the Note, do you fee •, and that I ptomifc to give youa» account of i t - - • - r n,H* Av but look you, Brajs < Brafi. But look y o u V - . W h y what, d'ye think I'm a Pick-pocket? D'ye thmk I intend to run away with your Note ? your paltry Note. ... Gripe. 1 don't fay fo I fay only that q Brafs. Cafe, Sir ! there's no Cafe but the Cafe I have put you-, and fince you heap Cafes upon Cafes, where there is but three hundred rafcally Pounds in the C afe . I'll 2;o and call a Coach. Gripe. Prithee don't be fo tefty -, come, no more words, follow m e to m y Clofet, and I'll give thee the Money, Brafs A terrible Effort you make indeed ; you are fo much in love, your Wits are all upon the wing, juft i eoin<r . and for three hundred Pounds you put a (top to their flight: Sir, your Wits are worth that, or you: Wits are worth nothing. Come away. Gripe. Well, fay no more, thou malt be fatisfy d. 1 [Exeunk Enter Dick. Dick. S't Brafs ! S't Re-enter Brafs. Brafs. Well, Sir ! Dick. 'Tis not well, Sir, 'tis very ill, Sir; we M l * all blown up. Brafs. What, with Pride and Plenty ? Dick. N o , Sir, with an officious Slut that will all. In fhort, flippanta has been telling her Miftms Araminta, of m y PafTion for the young Gentlewoman! and truly to oblige m e (fuppos'd no ill Match by the DJ they are refoly'd to pvopofc it immediately to her i• • ther. The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 71 Brafs. That's the Devil! W e fhall come to Papers and Parchments Jointures and Settlements, Relations meet on both fides * that's the Devil. Dick. I intended this very day to propofe to flip-pant a, the carrying her off: And I'm fure the youn* Houfwife wou'd have tuck'd up her Coats and have march'd. Brafs. Ay, with the Body and the Soul of her. Dick. W h y then what damn'd Luck is this ? Brafs. 'Tis your damn'd Luck, not mine : I have always feen it in your ugly Phiz, in fpite of your pow-der'd Perriwig Pox take ye he'll be hang'd at laft. W h y don't you try to get her off yet ? Dick. I have no Money, you D o g ; you know you have ftript m e of every Penny. Brafs. Come, damn it, I'll venture one Cargo more upon your rotten Bottom : But if ever 1 fee one glance of your hempen Fortune again, I'm off of your Part-nerlhip for ever. I fhall never thrive with him. Dick. A n impudent Rogue, but he's in poflellion of my Eflates fo 1 muft bear with him. [Afide. Brafs. Well, come, I'll raife a hundred Pounds for your ufc, upon m y Wife's Jewels here ; [Pulling cut the Necklace] her Necklace fhall pawn for't. Dick. Remember tho, that it things fail, I'm to have the Necklace again *7 you know you agreed to that. Brafs. Yes, and it I make it good, you'll be the better for't; if not, I mail ; fo you fee where the Caufe will pinch. Dick. W h y , you barbarous Dog, you won't offer t o - - - Brafs. N o words n o w ; about your Bufinefs, march. Co flay for m e at the next Tavern : I'll go to Flippanta^ and try what I can do for you. Dick. Well, I'll go, but don c think to- - O Pox, ^ [Exit Dick. Brafs folus. Brafs. Will you be gone ? a pretty Title you'd have to fue m e rpon truly, if J, fhou'd have a mind to ftand |