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Show • i?* Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or, Ver. M y Rival is m y Equal; I am born Above his Rank, he cannot rival me. Sir Ant. He does rival you, and will rival you. Ver. Envy he may m y Fortune with that Lady.' Sir Ant. Well! Envy then, if that muft be the Word \ He Envies you ; And only wants an Opportunity O f telling you, how much he Envies you. Flo. A modeft Requeft truly. Char. He can't deny it him Vol. Before his Miftrefs too. Sir Ant. N o w , Sir, if you will be fo courteous, as by ime, who am to be his Second, to favour him with knowing where and when he may wait upon you, you will oblige m e by this Civility to ferve your Friend, as he defigns to ferve you. Ver. H o w may that be, pray ? Sir Ant. T o cut your Throat, Sir. Ver. O, Sir, I'll fpare his Compliment. Sir Ant. M y Friend's an Englijh-man, and never ]of?s a Miftrefs for want of fighting tor fcer, I afTure you: Nay, I have known fome of m y Country-men, rather than not make a Quarrel in the Families they made love in, have beat their very W o m e n into good Nature, and Confent. Char. It fhou'd be good Nature for another then. Tlo. Such Arguments wou'd not prevail on us. Vol Unlefs to Cuckold 'em. Sir Ant. For one Reafon or another, [Goes to Verole. There are Cuckolds every where. • Char. H o w will our Count get rid of this Bufinefs ? Sir Ant. I wait your Anfwer, Sir. Ver. M y Anfwer is, when I am as angry as your Friend is, which, at prefent, I have no reafon to be; cor to a Day, can certainly fay when I fhall be--t- Sir Ant. You muft be made angry then. Ver. When I am under a defeat of my Hopes bou that Lady, as he may be, and in »« abfolntc D r f p W better Succefs, and have nothing elfe to do with^my fdf, I may be angry, and then I may fight with him The RAMBLING LADY. J93 Sir Ant. Muft you be angry when you fight ? Ver. Or Mad, or Drunk; 'tis no Employment for a fober Man. Sir Ant. Have you no Notion of Courage f Ver. Notion indeed, young Man; for Courage is No more, than juft fuch a degree of Heat, To fome Complexions natural; but they Who want that Heat, may raife their Spirits to'to Sir Ant. I marry! there's a Receipt indeed. Ver. PafTion will fire the coldeft Elements ; The Lees of Wine ferment the dulleft Phlegm To Froth and Vapour; IVe feen a Drunkard in His Fit, attempt Dangers to rival Cafar: If fuch Extravagancies make the Brave, Madmen are Heroes. Sir Ant. This won't So m y Bufinefs. Will you fight? Ver. 'Tis common Soldiers work. Sir Ant. You muft fight with him. Ver. Not while I can hire Ruffians to take the Trouble off my Hands. Sir Ant. You muft expect to be us'd very fcurviIy,, where-ever he meets you. Enter Valentine, and llford, with Sir Gent. Golding Ver. I fhall be provided for him. S Sir Ant. O, here he comes himfelf vIZ H y°a>» f°r T*""* y°m Friendfs> * ^ve your twJcLtS nCVCr want an En^rtainment, when they have Sir Antony to encourage the Mirth. Prav whit particular Diverfion has, he given you? Y - Char. Very particular indeed. TT,/ v „ lT"e L*dies afide with Valentine1 Vol. You were a Party concern'd v^erume. fr'^V^Z™^ t0 makG "P the Far". slit vs' hus lLhe' my verX> ^ y Fool! of t * l'JClY >hacdf°m G e n ^ o m e n indeed, all three a>ZhAnd that s Slr Anm^ «* ** ** ~ S Vf. The very fame, Sir. VOL. I. R 1 |