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Show 2.04 Sir A N T O N Y LOVE: Or, llf. Be deliver'd cf your Burthen then, lay it at m v Door; I'll father it for a Friend. Y y ^ jt * A r ™ f Br?f "* him b*ck h the Hand. Sir Ant. As fome Men wou'd a Baftard, for the Reputation of getting it. * llf I have thought better of this rivalling Bufinefs between us; I fee plainly Volante declares for you- , Sir Ant. I think the poor Creature loves m e indeed. llf. And 'tis to no purpofe to proceed' Sir Ant. None in the World, Sir. llf. In the meafures I had taken in making m y way to her; therefore n o w I come, like a Friend, to defire a Favour of you. Sir Ant. N o w you fay fomething, llford. llf. And like a Friend to advife you; you're a very pretty Fellow, and have a great many dancing Years to trip over, before you come to be ferious. Sir Ant. I hope fo, Sir. llf. You fhou'd Ramble before you S e t t l e- Sir Ant. For fear of rambling after-llf. You are too great a Good, among the Women, to think of being particular; a dozen Years too gay for the Condition* Sir Ant. T o o gay for a Lover ? llf T o o gay for a Husband. Sir Ant. Ay, marry, Sir, a Husband! llf. H o w , Sir? Sir Ant. I m a k e Love fometimes, but do not often marry. llf. What do you follow Volante for then ? Sir Ant. Can't you tell for what ? For as good a thing you may fwear, llford: You guefs at her Inclinations, poor Rogue; and a Lady fhall never loofe her Longing upon m e ; I defign to lye with her. llf Without marrying her? Sir Ant. Without asking any Confent but her own ; I a m not for many Words, when I have a mind to be doing. " llf. .So impudeat a thing I never heard \ Enter • The RAMBLING LADY. lOf Inter Volante. Vol Quarrelling again, Gentlemen ! Sir Ant. Upon the old Subject. _r llf. I hate the Employment and Character of an Informer: But you come fo upon the fcandalous Minute, I muft tell you what that young Gentleman Vol. Sir Antony has no Friend of you, Sir. llf Nor you of him, Madam; as you will find, w h en you hear what he fays of you. Vol. Pray, what's the Matter ?" llf. He has the Impudence not only to defign it, but ev'n to m e his Rival, w h o love and honour you Vol. Your Story, Sir, your Story! llf. He dares notorioufly tell m e to m y Face, That he never defign'd to marry you; but becaufe you were in love with him, poor Creature, he wou'd do you the Favour to lye with you. Sir Ant. Madam, you k n o w he hates m e upon your Account; and this is one of the poor Endeavours of his Malice to ruin m e : You can't think I wou'd be fuch a Villain Vol. I won't think it, Sir Antony. Sir Ant. Such an Ideot, if I cou'd have it in m y Head, to declare it to m y Riyal. Vol. O h n o - i t is not probable. llf. By Heav'n and Earth he faid it. Vol. I wou'd not believe it for Earth and Heav'n, if he did. llf. Nay then 'tis labour loft. Vol. If you'll deliver this Letter to Valentine, you'll do him more fervice, [Gives llford a Letter.] than you have m e with your N e w s 1 won't leave you behind me, Sir Antony. Sir Ant. I a m going to the Abbe's, Madam. [Exe, llf. Well! I cou'd almoft wiih, he wou'd lye with her, to convince her; tho'fhe won't believe me, (he will him; and that, in time, will be a fufficient Revenge upon her • f J Znter |
