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Show 214 Sir A N T O N Y LOVE: Or, llf. The whole Truth, and nothing but the Truth. Sir Gent. Til fee him hang'd, before I tell a Lie for a Rogue that us'd m e fo fcurvily Sir Ant. H o w fcurvily, dear Knight ? Sir Gent. W h y , when you left m e you know, alone with him, he took his Time, when m y Back was turn'd, and clapt a Piftol to m y Breaft Abb. Blefs the Mark ? a Piftol! Val. A Piftol, Sir Gentle I Sir Gent, A double Barrel'd Piftol. Sir Ant. A brace of Bullets in each, I warrant you. Sir Gent. I warrant you there were : For he fwore he would fhoot m e thro' the Head llf. The Piftol was at your Breaft, Sir Gentle. Sir Gent. Breaft, did I fay Did I fay, at m y Breaft, Gentlemen ? But Breaft or Head, Sir -:- He fwore he would murder me, if I did not give him m y Cloaths, to make his Efcape in. Val. And fo, you gave him your Cloaths ? Sir Gent. N o , I thank you; that were to make m y felf AcceiTory ; I put him to the Trouble of taking 'em. Abb. And very wifely dont, Sir. Sir Ant. So he ftript you ? Sir Gent. T o m y very Shirt, I'll make Oath on t, be-fore a Magiftrate. . llf Y o u put on his Cloaths then, as one may fay, m your o w n Defence ? Sir Gent. Y o u may fo indeed. Abb. Stick there, Sir, Se defendendo will bring you oft. Sir Gent 1 muft ha' gone home Naked elfe. Sir Ant. And could you have pafs'd fullenly by us, and conceal'd fuch an occafion of Laughing at you ? Sir Gent. Pr'ythee, Sir Antony, no more on c. Officers bring in the Pilgrim, ffr^nfieur Traffique, Courtaut, and Sir Golding servant. Serv. Bring him along : Bring him aong ' Val What Rabble have w e here ? Serv W e are enow to hang one Rogue, or w e defer ve to beat H e m p for one another. Zbb. Where are you baking the Gentleman ? ^ The RAMBLING LADV. 21? I a m in your Power ; ftand but m y * 3 i ^ S u e ^ n c & , *»£ZZ2* ™* J ^ n Conditions about ^ f f ^ ^ j emftr. ^Tnrwnrpoint-blankmyMa^Mnrderuponhim. Mi. Who is your Mafterj*««J' ^ , am his Serv. Sir Gentle Golding, and wee you , M£ Gent. Ay, 'tis my Man indeed, would I were his M^.3gYou my Mafter, you Rafcal! my Mafter's a K1f^TNow Abbe, I am even with you and your » BuTfmce I have brought him fo far into this Bu-finef 'tis matter of Confcience to bring him out again. I wa provided for his Impertinence ; and fince I could not make him drunk, I gave him an Opiate to expofe him as if he were ; for that purpofe I removed him to your Houfe : But coming to himfelf before I expected, he fcap'd that Defign Pilg. And finding the Difgrace ready to fall on m e, and in your Houfe, I made bold to change Cloaths with Sir Gentle Golding Sir Gent. 'Tis true indeed, Gentlemen. Pilg. But fince Matters are brought to a clearing, I am ready to return 'em to the Gentleman. Sir Ant. As you had 'em, I hope ? Pilg. Every thing but his Purfe ; which I was fore'd to give his Tailor there to get rid of him. Abb. Return the Purfe. Traf. Ill fee your Mafter paid. [To Courtaut. The hundred Piftoles are ready, Sir. [To the Pilgrim. Pilg. For Sir Gentle Golding, I only haften'd you. Sir Gent. Why, h o w did you k n o w I wanted fuch a Sum? Traf. It fhall be paid to you, or your Order. Sir Gent. Pray pay it to no body elfe. [Exeunt Traffiqae and Courtaut.* Abb. You've done your Duty, Gentlemen ; 'tis very Vtell Pilgrim, a word with you,--- [Takes him afide. Val. |
