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Show so8 Sir ANTONY LOVE:0, Tl£rS¥**: } corVurc y°u- %ak to me. ^ k ^ < : •e-S/sh/a;tiI? friehtned> asIcan be j HI pluck up a Spirit, and fpeak to him *«£. S o m e ill thing has pofTefs'd m e Sir Gent. Yes, pofTefs'd thou art; by "the lewd Spirit of powerful Wine pofTefs'd. A drunken Devil P Pilg. A Bottle, and Sir . 4 * * ^ I remember, and the Difcovenes I made him. rB ^ r T &T G«*. You are difcover'd, and in the ^'sHoufc-.l Pilg. Inthe^^'sHoufe! &r Gent. Where n o w your Bufinefs is to be laugh'd at, and export; and the whole Family are coming to make your Holmefs a ridiculous Vifit to that purpofe. Tilg. That young Rogue Sir Antony! Has he done nothing elfe to m e ? [Examining his Pockets.'] Undone, undone! I'm robb'd, and ruin'd: M y Jewels gone! m y Table- book gone too! that may do m e more harm, than the Jewels can do any Body good. Sir Gent. Have you loft your Learning? H o w cou'd you mifs it fo foon? A Table-book? Pilg. Sir, I a m robb'd; and I took you very fufpi-cioufly about m y Pockets; you fhall anfwer the Robbery. Sir Gent. Why, do I look like a Pick-pocket? I'd have you to know, Ifcorn your Words: But that Trick (han't ferve yeur Turn Pilg. Serve m y Turn, Sir [Offering to go by him. Sir Gent. Y o u muft not Ycape m e fo. Pilg. W h y , Sir, a m I your Prifoncr ? I muft not be found here. lAffide.'] I have an Inkhorn may frighten hm. Sir Gent. Look you, Sir, here's the Infide of m y Pockets; I have nothing about m e but Bills of Exchange, and this Purfe of Elizabeth Broad Gold: You fhall fearch me, if you pleafe. Pilg. I have fearch'd you, and found you, and muft go by you too [Prefents an Inkhorn to his Breajt. i Sir Gent. O Lord, Sir, I don't hinder y o u - - Pilg. N o , no, you had not beft, Sit The RAMBLING LADY. 209 to Gent PravJtakeitaway: I have a natural Averfion t o S e l l o/cun-powder7-Tho'>twill be difficult to get away, for the Servants are order d to flop you. Pilg. H o w ! toftepme! Sir Gent. N o w he wont offer to go. Pilg. The Servants order'd t® ftop m e , do you fay ? Sir Gent. If you be the Pilgrim. Pilg. Then I'll be the Pilgrim no longer.. * [Undrejfes him felf. Sir Gent. What will you be then pray ? Pilg. Ev'n Sir Gentle Golding; I will get ofTin your Perfon, fince I can't in m y o w n ; I muft change Out-fides with you. [Begins to undrefs Sir Gent. Gold; Sir Gent. O Lord, Sir, there's no Occafion for it; I k n o w nothing of a Defign upon you, Pilg. That's more than I know. Sir Gent. Faith and troth now, what I faid, was only to play the Rogue with you. Plig. And what I do, is to play the Fool with you. You muft ftrip, Sir. Sir Gent. O , but this is carrying the Jeft too far. Pilg. Look you, you m a y keep your Worfhip, and Wit for your o w n wearing; but I muft borrow your Cloaths. Sir Gent. At any other time, and welcome; I fhould be pleas'd with the H u m o u r on't; but this is m y firft Day of wearing 'em; be/ides, there's a Miftrefs in thc Cafe [Dreffes himfelf in Sir Gentle's Cloaths. Pilg. As long as you live, prefer a Friend to a Miftrefs, Sir Gentle-, come, Sir, a little of your Affiftance. Sir Gent. But I a m to fee her this Evening j and one wou'd be well dreft you know, the firft time. Pilg. If you muft fee your Miftrefs, vifit her in Maf-querade; 'tis a fafhionable way of beginning an Intrigue ---and a Pilgrim's Habit is as Fantaftical, as you can contrive to give a Lady a Curiofity of knowing more of you and that I k n o w is your Bufinefs. time Sir Gent. That is m y Bufinefs indeed: But if I lofe my Kfr. |