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Show I n o The ^ifappointment ; or% Squire. Why look you there. I knew he was a honeft Fellow. Bully. Pox, he knows his Men. Squire. Hark thee, old Lad. I have a great Mind to k better acquainted with thee. Pr'ythee now, if a Maamay be fo bold, What a Pox arc thou ? Rog. What a m I! w h y I a m nothing, have nothing, care for nothing, nor depend on nothing. Poet. H e comes of a very ancient Family, Squire. Nothing, fay'ft thou ? w h y then I'gad I'll have the honour of thy Creation : But firft here's Mony f, thee : N o w thou art Pimp-matter in ord'nary to my Fa. mily, from this Day forward ; and begin thy .Office upon that fame little Gipfie there. Rog. O h V I a m proud that I have a Daughter for you but 1 intend to give you the firft Fruits of my Servio. gratis And return your Gold to thefe Rafcals, that to ierve it for keeping you Company ; And this to your Wor-fhip. CK,di hm< Squire. Nay, if you are thereabouts, your Servant! Rov. As you like m e , reward m e! Bully. C o m e away \ Sir, 'tis a poor old mad Feb* and is not worth your Anger ; and faith it goes and m v Confcience to murder him, when he has bid io big for m y Friendfhip. Elfe by the Threfhold of Mm TeSJrk L«"him alone, I am big with Madigral, andwi proftitute his Daughter to a Tinker in m y next Lampoof r noo. This will elevate your Imagination * & [Draws and fours m Enter Alberto. Alb Row* I What m y old Bully of Sixtyfive U ing War with thy Regiment of Years about thee! til th(Lr The Matter,my Lord! why every thing's;the m • % I ^ S S b w u in the matter in provoking® that there ? The M O T H E R * * Fajbion. »% nog. Where, Sir? who. Sir? my Wife, Sir? What have you to fay to m y Wife, Sir ? , Moth. More-than you imagine. i^pae. Alb. Nothing, nothing, I, Man! Rog. Nothing!-, m y Lord! w h y let m e tellyou my Lord, She has been -» n . Alb. Ay, and is ftill, Rogero, a good old Geneva Print for you that ufe Spectacles: But I wear m y own Eyes, and would fain k n o w w h o this lovely young Thing is ? Beg. Lovely, did you fay! I'gad and you are i th right to'r; There's a Wench for you. A Miftrefs for an Empe-k by Jupiter! m y o w n Piaure to a Hair! Ah! Rogue, here's a Shape, there's a Face; then her Eyes and Lips; fee m they blubb and pout, and twitter and fwell at yoirf Alb. Rogerol I'll make bold, and tafte your Fruit. [Kips Ang. Rogero goes between Alberto and Angelline. tog. So much for Civility: And now, m y Lord, I am rry for't, hut this fame idle Girl of mine, this fame hat you will, this Chit, this any thing, has fuck'd fuch foolifh Principle from her Mother, I a m afham'd on'c. Alb. Pr'ythee Rogero, what is't? Rog. W h y I a m forry for't, but I v o w to gad fhe is not your turn. Alb. What doft thou mean ? tog. Only out offtark Love and Kindaefs, that a Perfon your Quality fhould not hfe his Labour; for to m y cer-in Knowledge, fhe is moft damnably Honeft j come a* ay, Angelline. Come away, Child. Alb, I do not underftand thee. log. Nor do I intend to explain at prefent: But m y Lord, u'll pardon me. I know nothing of the matter; my ife muft anfwer it, it lies at her Door [Ex, Rog. and Ang< Alb. He knows nothing of m y Defign. Moth. 'Tis only his Humour. Alb. Pox on him! h o w came he hereto difturb us ? Moth. He met us at Chappel. S. Nay, if our Saints prove no better Friends to the treaguw of this World, w e fhall foon fall off the Zeal our Devotion to them, F 3 But 1 |
