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Show fSBk MM ft6 The ^Difappointment; or, Yet w h y he fhould conceal the Villian's Name Confounds m e . Hold ! if it fhould prove the Duke Confufion ! all m y Spirits take th' Alram! Forward to do m e noble Juftice there. 'Tis fo 1 k n o w it n o w Lorenzo too, Divided in his Thoughts, betwixt his Friend, And Matter, comes half-hearted to m y Caufe, 'Till F a m e report m y Vengeance to the World. Who's there ? Enter Rogero, Rog. Who's there, Sir ? W h y may be lam here, Si An U« T ,._ ~~.. L I I....'. .U.. *~ KM . <v . The M O T H E R in Fajhion. u7 , Very well, very well. - ,, Alpk But" Sir, 'twill not be very well j when y have ird it alb 'log.. Pray, Sir, go on. Alph. You know the Duke. Itg. I think I have fome Reafon. Alph. You k n o w him well. log. Not well enough to lie with him. Abh 'Tis enough you know him. TKnow him ! ah Gold help thee and the quantity thy Brains, by thy impertinent Catechifm. ve ,. tsy Drains, oy iuy • "*£«»• -- « may be I a m not here ! what's that to any Man, Sir? Sfh. W h y then old Truepenny, the Duke is n o w molt Alph. Nothing at all, Friend. iently in Labour. ; • Rog. Here's a Rogue for you now, a fine embroil H- {n Lab 7Ur ! alai' l*™ m ^ 1 nlv Rogue ! that would fcrape Acquaintance for fear of 6pb. And by an Aft of State, this very uay beaming. , are oblig'd, as all good Subjects ought, > ^ . This Fellow may be of ufe. bring by Turns our Wives and Daughter* in, Rog. Friend, you fay3 y'are very Welcome, Sir, to * c ^ ^ ^ will ftri I take it, I never faw you in m y Life before. fv _ the^ poor joois, 1 wan** i Alph. Then d o w n with it for a Secret. Rog, What ? Alb. That an old M a n may be wifer than his Bed M u m , not a W o r d of this, as you hope forTnfttufti Rog. I'll keep your Counfel. Alph. Wilt thou, m y old Lad ! thou fhak never wi Spt&acles more then : Haft thou heard no News of Rog. N o Tidings of thy Wits! God help thee. Alph. W h y then I'll tell thee, the D u k e - Rog. What of him ? Alph. W h y w h o would think it n o w ? ,o firft fhall lay him. 'og. How, m y Daughter to be a Midwife atjifteen ! fa'me, fhe is not" come to ProfefTion yet. Iph. Haft thou a Daughter ? Lock up thy Doors j let , not draw the open Air ; r'd about her, the bawdy Devil will get in, and then .jd-morrow Grandfather. b|. Gad, and it may be fb, w h o can tell, ha ! come L 'tis late j if you'll along with me, you'il find a hearty ilcome, and poor Fare. I her the Crifs-crofs-row of Home, quickly home her not fee the Day j for if there be a Pore Rog Think ! what! Br«cfc-1 thank you Sir, I'll follow you : This Difguife Alph That when the Devil s » the Head, the B«ck| J J ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ . B fliou R^. What's this to the Duke ? Alph. Excufe m e there : There's a Methed m SW Affairs, which w e Politicians amble in to the end ot oj Difcourfej now, Sir, if you will mortirle the vehemeM of your Defire, with the Phlegm of your Difcretton, • attend with Patience, much may be done, and io A come in order to what relates to the Duke» , my Revenge to-Mwrow fets m e right. [Exeunt. S C E N E \ |