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Show \m 58 The T^tfapp ointment; or, Twenty, to throw away upon a Husband; then ify0B fhould chance to tarnifb, or grow rufty in the wearing (as Beauty, alas! is but a Flower, and Flowers will fade: *tw but the Matrimony dip at laft, and you appear agm as frefh, with as glofly a Complexion, as you had never been blown on, and no harm done I think I fee hi coming Oh! 'Tis m y unfeafonable Husband agai that out of a ftarving Principle of Honefty, will neith ftir himfelf, nor fuffer m e to labour in the lawful Occa nation of a Mother for the Advantage of a poor Child, [Wtt Enter Rogero. Rog. O h ! have I found you! 'Tis very well-Apo o'thefe hot Countries. There's no taking a Mouth-f of Air, without the venture of being choak'd with t Flies: H o w they fwarm in every Walk! Coxcombs every Size, and Nation! from the Impertinence oft Trench, d o w n to the leaden Figure of a Dutchman, Enter Squire, Poet, and Bully. Ang. W h o have w e here? FLog. The very Pi&ure of-Folly in leading-ftrings! by his Countenance I fhould guefs there has not been Ounce of Brains in the Family, fince his Father's gr Grandfather mortgag'd his, to the purchafing a Title, Ang. Of what Sir ? a Fool ? does that bear fuch a f . in the World? ^ . # Hog. O Child! none but our fwingingEftates canco up to the price on't: Our Lords buy by the whole Pit fo that a poor M a n can hardly come in for a Remnant that Commodity. , Ang. Methinks I mould not covet to forel TJ II A ** [r f\ f* £* Roe Ah l T h y Father's o w n Daughter to a Hair! S thou haft a tang of thy Mother in thee too, 111 fay t. for thee, Angellmel Thou foliow'ft good Example; S t h a v e been a Lady, as fhe fays: But no matter S f fhe was wifer as I take it: For I'gadl wasiS L'finthoTeDays: Let m e f e e - 1 cou'd b « * ft f don't know what 1 could have donc.:rBut wpiW The M O T H E R in Fafhion. 99 Day with me now; come, let's home, or thefe Vermin ill be biting. Squire. Well, well, let m e alone; I warrant you I break er Heart, Boys: But heark you Poet! you'll ftand by m e d prompt upon occafion: While you with your Whif-ersterrifie m y Miftrefs into Silence and Attention. [Squire advances between his Poet and Bully. Ang. T h e Thing comes towards us. Sfiire. N o w - - will I be Alexander the Great; and tn thy right Hand, m y Poet's Brains, and my o w n file, beat d o w n the Fortifications of theie Amazons, and vifh to the end of the Chapter. BHI. Bear up, Sir. Spire. Soft, and fair: A General fhould not be hot-dcd you k n o w: r, where are you ? 'toet. N o w Sir, Bright as, Sec. {Prompting. Squire. Ay, ay: Bright as the Virgin Treffes of the Day, When Neptune fours the Sun-beams from the Seal ng. What does he mean, Sir ? m; ty fyes> &c. [Prompting aga'm. ptre. My Eyes are fcorcht by your illuftrims Face, Like dry'd Tobacco by a Burning- Glafs. m. There's Poetry for you. tare. Ay, there's Poetry for you. _. Sir, I am poor enough to pretend Acquaintance to Mules; but I confefs I don't underftand you. Tnere-without your TrelTes, Sun-beams and your Neptunes, you what you would have? * H Have, Sir? I Ay, have Sir! ire.. Pr'ythee Bully Whiskers tell him you ! not much for figfitine. r«r it * } then. Sir? * % then I a m firisfyU ff##» |