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Show *7° ^/VANTONY LOVE: 0?\ * A Sir Ant. A Whoremafter. Pilg. You can't want Sir Ant. W o m e n ? No, Pilgrim, I fhan't want 'em, in thy Acquaintance, I'm fure. Pilg. You can't want Grace, the Beauty of the Soul, the Accompltfhment of Virtue to the Work*. You can't want Charity; for Charity is call'd our Gratitude to Heav'n llf. Y o u call it fo. Tilg. You would not be Ungrateful ? Sir Ant. I would not be a Fool, nor imagine fuch an Afs as thou art could ever be Commiflion'd, a God's N a m e , to collect the Revenues of this World Val. N o r to convert (thofe Deodands of Devotion) the publick Charitable Endowments, of Bigotted, or Dying Fools, to the private Luxury of your o w n Lazy Tribe. llf. W e build no Churches, Filgrim, nor found Hofpi-tals, but in our o w n Country; nor there neither, but to Father our o w n Baftards. Sir Ant. Your Mendicant Women-Saints, w e allow of indeed; All our Charity runs thro' their Devotion. Val. Soft little Hands become an Offering, and thofe •we often fill. Pilg. Are you fo loft***- Of. T o all that thou can'ft fay. Sir Ant. Thy Godlinefs may Convert others, tho' it does nothing upon us. Pilg. What can I do for you? Sir Ant. Pimp for us. Tilg. I will pray for you. t Sir Ant Do't in a Corner alone then, [Thruftshtm out.} be as Godly as thou wou'c by thy felfi and leave us to #ur Devotions. . Vilt 1 may join with you in yours, before I have done; the i ^ won't fail m e " ^ u f 'Z Sit Ant. I have m y Hands full, Gentlemen; but my Trade is fettled, m y Correfpondence eafie, m y Factors employ'd, and m y Returns will be quick. Val. Pray make 'em fo; and come as foon as you can to as, sir The RAMBLING LADY. 17* Sir Ant. I fail with every Wind in the Teeth of For-tune fomctimes. Val. Have a Care of being bit, Sir Antony. Sir Ant 1 kifs as clofe as an older Sinner, Valentine, I „ ' , [Exit Sir Antony. warrant you* L V- . 1 / llf. You may venture him: He has nothing to loie, that I know of, but his Youth; and that wonnot long fupport the Expence of the Life he leads. Val. He lofes no Time, indeed, llf But mifemploys a great deal, in m y Opinion. Val. Youth will have its Sallies. llf. The Sallies of his Youth will fooner lead him to Repentance and the Pox, than to his Manor of Lovedale9 as he calls it. Val. His Manfion-houfe in Glocefterfhire. llf. His Caftle in the Air, which no Man ever heard of, till he was pleas'd to fancy, and Chriften it, for the Seat of his Family. Val. Then you don't believe him a Barronet, of twelve hundred Pounds a Year, under Age, and upon an Allowance for his Travel, from his Guardians ? llf. I believe he may have been fome Court Page, fpoil'd firft by the Confidence of his Lady, in knowing her Secrets; then coming early into the Iniquity of the Town, by the Merit of his Perfon, and Impudence, has fince made a fafhionable Livelihood out ot W o m e n and Fools. Val. I don't know w h o he is, or what he has: If he be no Knight, he's a pretty Fellow, and that's better: And if he has not twelve hundred Pounds a Year, he de-ferves it, and does no? want it: Which is more than you cm fay of moft of your Knights, that have that Eftate, I'm fure. llf Nay, that I grant you too. Val. H e lives as like a Gentleman, has all things as well about him; is as much refpefled by the Men, and better receiv'd by the W o m e n , than any of us. llf He's a pretty Woman's Man indeed. Val. And a merry Man's M a n coo, Sir, for you muft mu he has a grcjt deal of Wit. ; own I i nf. |
