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Show sio Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or, P%r Do L n>t make a Noife, nor follow me;, if you w o u d fee her, or little England again, k n o w your Frien is, and give Thanks, Sir 7 rExif Sir Gent. What a pafs have I brought m y felf to, by my o w n Policy! W h y muft I needs lye m y felf out of my Cloaths ? If I had held m y Tongue, or fpoke but the Truth, he wou'd ha' gone about his Bufinefs, without in-terrupting mine. N o w here I muft ftay, to be expos'd in his room: But in a foolifher Figure, than ever the Pilgrim made: He was onty difguis'd: But I am ftript. H e was drunk indeed; wou'd I were dead drunk, to cover m y Shame, any way; wou'd I had any Difguife. I Gad I'll put on the Pilgrim's It can'c be worfe with me Befides, the Refpect that is paid to this Cioathing, will at leaft carry m e fafe to m y Lodging. [Exifj SCENE changes to the Street. Enter Pilgrim in Sir Gentle'* Cloaths, with Monfieur Trsffique. Trajf. Sir, I have accepted thefe Bills already] tilg. 1 k n o w you have: But m y Occafions falling out more Extraordinary than I expected, I am fore'd to prefs ycu for this Bill of 100 Piftoles, before the Day. 3 Traff. I have fo often fuffer'd, for thofe Complemen-tal Payments, that I have refolv'd againft 'em: But m y Correfpondent gives m e an account of Sir Gentle Goldmg> you fhall have what Credit you pleafe with me. Pilg. A hundred Piftoles I have prefent ufe for. Traff If m y Cafhier were at home, you fhould have 'em along with you; but in the Morning, as foon as you pleafe. . Pilg. I'll fend m y Servant to ycu Pray, Sir, wnat N e w s have you in the City ? m Traif. The neweft, Sir, is of a Pilgrim., that is fufpected of fomething; I a m Imperfect in the P f ^ a J £ > b u t there are Warrants out to apprehend him, that 1 know. Pilg. There's no believing Out-fides; Sir, Tjj£*£; vant, L ' ' Tr*f. The RAMBLING LADY. *" J>d I off cleverly, and for fome time fupported my S n s in another place, till an Opportunity had ft, vour?d m e in making'a handfome Compohtion with S* Antony about m y Jewels However I make a pretty good Fgure ftill; here's a good Suit of Cloaths to begin the World with again chaths [Strutting and looking on his Uoaws. Enter Courtaut:, the Taylor's Man. Court. Blefs your Wcrfhip, Sir Gentle, long may ycu live to wear 'em ; h o w do your Cloaths fit you, Sir ? Pilg. Very well, Friend, very well. Court. Have you forgot me, Mafter? Pilg. No, no, I han't forgot thee; for I never faw thee before. t T Court. I a m poor Courtaut, your Taylors Finifher; I brought your Honour's Cloaths home to ycu this Morni n g - Pilg. Did you fo, did you fo ? Court. By the fame Token, you faid, you would give m e fomething to drink your Health; but you were pleas'd to forget it. Pilg. I remember I gave chee nothing indeed; but the next time Court. Ay, an't like your Honour, I a m contented to ftay, if m y MaMer would: But he has beaten m e black and blue for leaving the Cloaths behind me, without Mony. Pilg. Gad forgive m e -y that I fhould forget that too ! But come to m y Lodging an Hour h e n c e - Court. Pleafe-you, Til wait upon you n o w to your Lodging- . Pilg. H o w fhall I (hake him off? Court. For I dare not go home without the ? fome part on't. |