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Show *o6 Sir A N T O N Y LOVE: Or, ^xBrltw ^ Yakfn%t0 Ilford: C^ Verole, M tdpaZI J&Svf*> ***** ^ »**"> Abb%Z'r t! V L 3 Cntlne' and m^ remain. Abb. Tne Count has his Guard du Corps, Valentine Val Sir Antony has alarm'd him. ? S What h,3 « "' °f Y3rn fit t0 ^ive Ba^ a^ p Si nV y rreatcn t0°muchj t0 d0 a*yHarm-tv?°/ 0U fecure >'our Per*°n; F*ta* fhall fecure your Miftrefs againft him, I warrant her I//. Here s a Letter fhe gave m e for you. [Exeunt. SCENE .The Abbe'/ Houfe. Pilgrim brought in a Chair: Sir Antony Love after it. J.rt*' DcW" V^ your Burthen i and P]ace him in that Chair. So, this is as proper a Scene to recommend our Farce to the Family, as w c can have Enter Waitwell. Wait. Sir Gentle Golding is below, and wou'd fpeak With you. r Sir Ant. One cf you bring him up [To the Chair-men, who go out, Governor, he muft not k n o w you belong to me. Wait. I k n o w your Defign upon him; and Til' be gone to put Things in order to receive h i m - Sir Ant. T o receive Valentine-. H e frail be welcome*to m e ; but to deceive Sir Gentle. Wait. Y o u are as bufie as a Projector; fome of your Piots muft mifcarry. i Sir Ant. Hah! he begins to ftir: H o w long will the O pjate hold him ? Wait. If he wakes before the Company comes, you lofe your Pleafure cf laughing at him. Sir Ant. But I have a fudden Thought, may give us a better Diverfion. [Exit WakweU. Fnter Sir Gentle Golding. Sir Gent; Sir An my, your moft incomparable humble Servant. Sir Ant. Sir Gentle, I have done your Bufinefs. The RAMBLING LADY. 207 Sir Gent. With the Lady you promis'd me? *'Ant. With that very Lady; I've fecur'd an Appoint-ment for you; but being a W o m a n cf Quality * Sir Gent. There you oblige m e for ever Sir Ant. Tho' fomething decay'd, and fcll'n 10 her For-tune .she muft be humour'd in little things; fhe will have her Forms. . Sir Gent. 1 warrant her; and very fit fhe Ihoud. A Perfon of Quality is known by her Forms. Sir Ant They laft but'till the Evening, then 111 carry you to wait on her, [Shews the Pilgrim.] Here's a drunken Pilgrim will afford you Merriment enough to entertain fome part of the time. Sir Gent. Dead drunk, as I intend to live fober. Sir Ant. D o m e the Favour to ftay, and fecure him, if he fhou'd wake. I'll but bring the Abbe and hii Family to fhare in abufing him, and be with you again. [Exit. Sir Gent. W h y , what an unlucky, hypocritical Rogue is this, to be difcover'd, and to lie at the Mercy of Sir Antony I If he were but half as Holy, as he pretended, he might Tcape by Miracle; but he fleeps fo found, no Revelation can wake him. Pilg. Boy, draw the Curtain, S i r r a h - [Turns in his Chair, and makes Signs of waking, Sir Gent. Is the Light in your Eyes, Sir? What pains he takes to come to himfelflGad, I'll play the Rogue with him. I'll be the Midwife to his Labour Stay, let m e fee, a ftiff Straw wou'd do rarely, to probe his Sobriety. If his Brain be toucht, hell take up the more time in his Cure, and 'tis well if ever he be his o wn Man again. N o w for the Experiment. [Tickling his Nofe, the Pilgrim jumps up, and throws Sir Gentle along, and in his thoughtfulnefs fumbles over him: Both amatid, raife themfelves up-on their Bottoms, and fare at each other. Pilg. Ha! am I alive? Where have I been? Where am I now ? H o w came I here? W h o are you? What w o aM you have ? Sir Gent, Have! m y felf in a Wife to England. Wou'd 1 were fci m y Mother's Eelly again, Pilg. |