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Show 3°4 ^ WIVES EXCUSE: Or, n°ugh for fome Body, if that be your Bufinefs: I»il 4 «Ki Gentleman Reafon, I warrant him. sPt»g. W e ask no more, Sir. R u f You are his Friend, I fuppofe? . tying. At your Friend's Service: I ferve upon thefeO eafions fometimes, by w a y of Second, or fo, whe want Employment of m y o w n. Ruf. Is fighting your Employment? Spring. 'Tis a Soldier's Employment. Cuckolds make Themfelves. 3°* Ur Fri That is not enough, Sir, I muft have more. » '( Whir I-bee your Pardon, Sir. ^ V f w h a t ' s V e g g i n g m y Pardon, S». for fuch a lblick A£°lw he grows upon him. M»- Tin That won'fdo my Bufinefs begging my Par-g ' g Reputation's at Stake, and that muft be fat.f-a before you and I part, Sir. itfrtirWto. Tbeg y'our^rdon, r« ^ 1 ^ Lord, Sir, you " ' ^ ^ f o * ™ " ™ ' muft difappoint you; I never make ufe of a Second"!, won't oblige me tojuftifiean dl Thmg, waaajHC fpecially in fuch a Quarrel as this is ; where I am much in the W r o n g already, that I a m almoft unwi to engage in it any farther m y felf: Where is your Frici pray? Spring. Below, in a Coach, Sir. R«/. O dear Sir, don't let him wait upon me, hn him up, 1 befeech you and d*ye hear, Sir ? I'm k to juftifie an ill thing, if he is refolv'd to be fltisiy'J, J with all m y Heart, Sir, I'll give him the SitisfacW Gentleman, I'll beg his Pardon i pray tell him fo. [Exit Sprig R«f. If fighting be his Employment, wou'd he were it, or any where elfe, and I fairly rid of him: 11& difcover n o w that Lovemore fet m e on to affront ii" that wou'd throw the Quarrel upon Lovemere: But t Lovemore knows me, and I muft ex peel: to be fcurri us'd by him if I do: Hang Bafenefs; 'cisbut beggirg don at laft. Springam enters with Mr. Friendall. Spring. A very civil Gentleman,. Brother, he is not M a n you took him for. Ruf. No, indeed, Sir, the Captain's in the right} I yer juftifie any ill Thing. Mr. Fri. 'Tis very well you don't, Sir. FLuf. I a m more a M a n of Honour, I allure you, Sir Mr. Fri. I (hall be glad to find you fo. Fiuf. Sir, you fhall find m e foj I fcom to do a Thing, as m u c h as any Man: I-was. laft, Night in wrong, as every Man is fometimes: and I'm forryfoi [What would you have more, Sir? VMD^rsW,Jwhatdoyou mean? Not to'giaa II, but 1 can't fight againft my Conlcience, it I were k* hano'd, Sir, not I. . .. t w No, Brother, that's a little too hard upon the itlcman: Y o u fee his Confcience won't fuffcr him to lMr™Fri. Damn him and his Confcience: he made no .nfcience of affronting m e . . - „ , - .. tying. But his Confcience has flown in his Face fince, Ur Fri. And now he finds it only in his Fears. r ^ . C o m e , come, you may be fatisfy'd without jting. Mr.Fri, If you think fo, B r o t h e r - - Lovemore enters ana1 joins with Friendall. love. Pox on't, they're here before m e. R«/. Captain, I'll beg your Friend's Pardon, in any pub-tk Place, at the Mufick-Meeting, if he p l e a f e s- [spring. That's flaying too long for't. I Rkf. Or in full Mall, before the Beau's, or the Officers 'l the Guards; or at Will's Coffee-Houfe before the Wits, in the Play-Houfe, in the Pit, before the Vizard-Masks, JJ Orange-Wenches; or behind the Scenes, before the Pomen-Aftors; or any where elfe, but upon the Stagey •d you know, one wou'd not willingly be a Jeft to the pper Galleries. ir, Fri. You hear what he fays, Mr, Lovemore. 'five. I'll do you Juftice, Sir. *«/.' |