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Show 198 Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or Sir Ant. Well, he's a Rogue; and you han't found him. Abb. Y o u are the only Infidel in the Company. ^ Sir Ant. Y o u difiemhle a Belief ; 'tis necefiary to the Church, and you get by the Trade ; but none of you remove Mountains, that I hear of. Abb. D o but hear what he can fay. Sir Ant. I give him both m y E a r s - - - Pilgrim advances. But not a Word here ; I muft have hira to m y felf, to difcove the Bottom of him. [To Wait well. Pilg. 'Tis a W o r k of the Spirit indeed ; and the Spirit works unfeen of human Eyes; therefore in private would do very well. Sr Ant. D o as I order you. [Exit Wait well. Pilg. There is an obftinacy in Sin, that won't be confuted before Company ; Reproof may return into our o w n Teeth, a Rebuke and a Reproach unto our felves. For which Reafon I a m aflured, that a Privacy in Communication, asid a Retirement from the Eyes of the World (when the Caufe is Confcientious) are always ne> cefTary to a Conviction, and Conversion of the Wicked. Sir Ant. Thofe Neceflaries thou fhalt have at m y Lodging ; I follow thee, Filgrim : Farewel Gentlemen ; if I a m convinced 'in this Point, and live to fet foot in Er,g-to/ a^ain, I fhall fatisfie thofe Heretical Unbelievers, that I hav?feen one Miracle in a Catholick Country. [Exit after the Pilgrim. llf. Thus every Man to his o w n Intereft tends; The filgrim makes his Converts, w e make Friends, With the fame Confcience all, for our o w n Ends. - [Exeunt. ACT r/^RAMBLiNG LADY. 19^ A C T III. SCENE I. Waitwell placing Bottles on the Table. Enter Sir Antony and the Pilgrim. Sir Ant. HT H I S is a dry Subject, Filgrim ; there's n o 1 engaging in't without a Bottle. Pilg. You'll have your o w n way here. [Walks about. Sir Ant. Have you infus'd the Opiate in his Wine ? , Wait. I warrant him he fleeps for't ; yours is halt Water. . Sir Ant. If I don't find him a Knave, I'll make him a> Fool, for troubling m e with his Impertinence: But chief-* ly, for the dear J eft of expofing his Reverence to the Laughter of the Prophane Have you done there? Lock the Door, and let no Body come near us. [Waitwell goes out. N o w Pilgrim, w e are alone ; and fit you down [Pilgrim ftands and Croffes him felf and Sir Antony: Nay, 1 will have no Blefling upon our Endeavours, but a Bumper--this will banifh CrofTes: Here's to the fail-iag of the Flefh, and the rifing of the Spirit. [Drinks, Pilg. 'Tis a myfterious Health, of facred Senfe! ev'n to the pulling down of Satan's Throne. [Drinks. Sir Ant. A little Wine does well to qualifie the Water you drink in your Pilgrimage. Pilg. Sometimes without Offence, Wine may be us'd • tho' our whole Life is but a Pilgrimage [Sir Antony fills again the Glajfes. Sir Ant. That's as you pleafe to make it. Come, Sir, this is the Searcher of Hearts; here's to the opening of Ftlg. Hearts and Eyes, that we may fee our Error* This Wine will w a r m him, fure. [A'-de" Sk Ant. Confefiion is a ftep ta Repentance, you fay. Pilg. The ready Read / J Sir Ant. Then drink off your Glafs, Pilgt'm : How do jsou like your Wine ? * w ao |