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Show 190 Sir ANTONY LOYE: Or, Ver. A Nunnery is Virtue's beft Retreat from a bad World. Char. But if m y Sifter's Fortune, in your Opinion, Had not wanted mending more than m y Manners-. Flo. Fie, Charlott, you'll tell all. Ver. H o w could fhe guefs at that ? Char. I might have continued in this bad World, for any Advice the Count would have given, in his great Care of me, to m y Father; but Til be reveng'd on him- D o as much Mifchief as I can while I am in the World. and repent when I am out on't, and can do no more. Flo. Bring Sir Antony to m y Refcue, I befeech thee. ^ [Exit Charlott. Ver. Your Sifter's difoblig'd, But I've m y Ends in ferving you Flo. In ferving of your felf: For what I get by her, m y Father fays. You muft command. Ver. T o make it but more yours. Flo. So you promife all before you have enclos'd usi But poffefs'd, Our Fortunes, and our Perfons are your Slaves, Us'd like your Slaves, and often both abus'd. Ver. This is a common Subject for your Sex, Enter Sir Antony, Volante and Charlott. T o boaft the Glory of your Wit upon ; But I'm above the Tafte of common things, Being born above the Rank of common Men Sir Ant. Out of the Rank, he means of common Men ; and indeed, he fcarcely looks of human Kind. Ver. What do 1 look like then ? Z Z . There's nothing like you, you are your felf. Ver. I would be nothing elfe, Sir Ant. What, not of God's Creation ? Ver. I a m of his Creation. kes that mighty Creft. , Ver. It feems you know m e then. Sir The RAMBLING LADT. 191 Sir Ant. By tnat coy, cock'd-up Nofe, that hinders you From feeing any Man, that does not ftand Upon the Shoulders of his Anceftors, For long Defceats of far-fam'd Heraldry, I take you for a Thing, they call a Count; For had you not been a Count, you had been nothing, Atieaft I'm fure you had been nothing here. Ver. I would be nothing, if I were no Count. Char* Pray more Refpect. Flo. This is the Count Verole. Sir Ant. O, is it fo ? Vol. That's to marry m y Coufin. Sir Ant. I have been too bold, pray Ladies join with m e - - • Char. T o laugh at him; Sir Ant. T o ask his Pardon* Ver. For the future, k n o w me, and k n o w your felf, I ask no more. Sir Ant. Then I am pardon'd, for I k n o w m y felf, And think I know your Worfhip. Can you fight ? Ver. Ha! what do you mean ? Sir Ant. W h y faith I come but upon a furly Embaflie; and a finical Phrafe, that would fit the Finencfs of your Quality, woHld not become m y Bufinefs. Ver. What does the Gentleman mean ? Sir Ant. Walk but afide with me, I'll tell you what I mean. ' Ver. You have no Secret for m e ? Sir Ant. Why then it fhall be none. Ver. He won't draw before the Women, fure: \ACM rtw?7 f*' Ta the Ladies muft be hY> as ^ muft be Ver. Is he no more ? J&&3Lgo as you came*for me- Sir>if •J>fm His Name » ***,, yow ^ |g ^ Ver\ |