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Stale Husht! dear Clever, I wou'd n't have Friendly hear you for all the World.

Clev. Oh no Danger:

Stale. Not but that mine was a meer Misfortune.
The Irish Fright at that same Revolution put me into
Fits, and frighted my poor Hair grey all o’the sudden.

Besides, Mariana here knows my Relations, we

grey Ten Years-sooner than other People. I come of a grey Family; don't I, my Dear? but then I wou'd n't have Mr. Friendly for many Reasons think me in Years, I know he designs having an Heir to his Family,

nd• Mar. But dear Madam, why do you put your self in pain for his hearing us? I thought he had left the Company by your Order.

Stale. How left! whom, Child? What, is Mr. Friendly gone!

Clev. Gone! Did n't you see him ? I'll swear I thought you had put him upon that pleasant piece of Gallantry.

Stale. Gallantry! oh perfidious! can it be possible! dear Clever explain your self, or I'll-vow you'll put me into the Histeriques.

Clev. Nay indeed I thought it look'd a little odd for Mr. Friendly to abandon a Lady in your Ladyship’s Circumstances, for a couple of the trapishest Creatures I ever faw in Masks, so miserably rigg'd, with dy'd Linings and tatter'd Furbelows.

Stale. The little nafty inconsiderable Huffys! but, dear Child, tell me, did he seem fond ?

Mar. Very good! now for my share of the Lie, [Aside. Excessively loving; nay, they were but too well acquainted, that's certain I heard 'em call him by his Name Are not you a dear Dog, fays one of 'em; What, my little Jenny, quo' he! and immediately whipp'd one Arm about one, and t'other about t'other, and away they scuttled together fo familiarly I warrant you.

Stale. 'which way are they gone?

Mar. That way, Madam: but if may be nothing but an innocent Frolick,


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Stale. A Frolick, my Dear? Ak the Devil take fuch Frolicks, I say. You don't know what a Concern I am in; he has put me off, with a Pretence of his catching Misfortunes (as he calls 'em) by these common Sluts, these Twenty times already; and if he should catch ana ther Misfortune we cannot be marry'd till he's well again, and that will be a Month, or Three Weaks at least; besides, Surgeons are so upskilful, and such Knaves, and I am so fearful of those Matters my felf. Dear, my Dears, forgive me.

[Exit Lady Stale. Mar. Oh by all means, my Dear,

Ha, ha, ha! What a terrible Fright my dear friend was in, under the Apprehension of a Disappointment.

Clev. I must own I have ill Nature enough to rejoice exceedingly at her Lady ship's Vexation; she has been a Atanding Incumbrance upon poor Friendly's Pleasures for these Two Years, she has watch'd him with as much Jealousic and Perverseness as a barren Wife.

Clev. And has been as uneasie to him as a barren Wife's Mother, and as provoking every way,

But let her be forgotten, as she ought to be, and think of your own Matters - I have just now left your Uncle.

Mar. Very much in Love, I hope.
Cler. That is, just as much a Fool as you found him.

Clev. To a Tittle; he's stark mad; Love and Peking, that is, your Ladyship and the Emperor of China, have turn'd his Brains He has made a Chinese Song upon you,and I left him singing it to an Oriental Kettle-Drum, as he calls it. Next to the great Cham and Mariana, I believe I have an Interest in him.

Mar. I suppose you have been promising largely in my Name, what I am never to perform.

Clev. Nay that depends upon you; a little Love, Child, that's all.

Mar. Weil, he shall have all I can spare. Clev. And I dare swear that's more than enough for His Oriental Occafioné,

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Cler. But I suppose you dealt with him as in the way of Trade what Return for all this?

Clev. The Return an old Man usually makes.
Mar. Axmarry, and what's that?
Clev, To do all he can for you

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Cler. Very fair, I think.
Mar. I'll put him to it, I promise you.

Clev. I told him you had resolv'd upon parting with some of your Fortune to a poor Relation of yours, and that you requir'd him to join with you in that Settlement as a Mark of his Love, without further Enquiry, and then you would be his as far as poliible.

Cler. Well, and what Answer to that?

Clev. Oh he was all Rapture! consented to it, and fwore immediately by half a Dozen Chinese Saints, with devilish hard Names, that he wifh'd he could make your Relation Viceroy of Eastern Tartary. Mar. Oh


Relation thall thank him; I wilh he may be as fond of him when they come to be better acquainted.

Cler. That I doubt of.

Clev. He expects you immediately; as we go I'll instruct Mr. Clerimont how to dispose of himself. Arc your Deeds ready!

Cler. Have you done as you were order'd in that matter, Mr. Scribble scrabble ?

Scrib. Yes, Sir, the Deeds are ready. [Sighing.

Clev. The Deeds are ready! What doleful Voice is that? Can that be Mr. Scribblescrabble! Is it possible, the gay, the witty, the gallant Mr. Scribblefcrabble ?

Scrib Ah good lack! my De-De-Doll's falle perhaps you don't know that.

Clev. False! is that all? A Trifle - be false again, be as false to her as she can be to you for the Life of her

Give her as good as fhe brings. Mar. Nay, I told him 'twas below the Character of a fine Gentleman, and a Man of the Town, as he is, to

discompose his Noble Soul for any thing a Wife can do or fay.

Cler. No, no, he has forgot it, or will do it in a very little while longer. Indifference is the Word, and Madam Scribblescrabble may dispose of her Person as the thinks fit.

Scrib. Nay, I had n't so much cared for it, had n't it been for that Son of a Whore, that Be-Be-Barnaby Bana dileer.

Clev. Care for it! Nay, ' if you once come to care for your Wife, farewell Gállantry, --- why you'll be Company for no Body but Haberdashers, Tiamen, Trunk-makers, and such comical kind of people.

Scrib. Nay, 1 always had a Spirit above these pe-pe. paultry Matters too I de-de-don't know how I came to mary the Jade, unless it were for Form fake, or out of Cu-Cu-Cultom, as they say.

Mar. No! And tho' you fancy you are vex'd at her now, (I fancy 'tis only for Form's fake, and out of Custom, as you say Come, come along with us, and think of the Hundred Guineas you're to get of Mr. Friendly, why 'twill buy you Claret and Mirth a nougla to make you actually believe you are a Widower.


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Prove the Nymph, and taste her Treasure,
Tell me then, when full of Pleasure,
What dull thing thou canst discover,
Duller than a happy Lover.
Silly, filly Swain give over, c.

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Ang. WELL, Madam, don't you think my Father

now one of the frangest Old Gentlemen that ever you faw with your Eyes? Oh gemini! I wou'dn't marry such a frange fort of an Old Fellow for all the World.

Clev. No, nor the neither, Child, notwithstanding all the violent Protestations of good will fhe made him but DOW.

Mar. I swear I think there is fomething very agreeable and entertaining in Sir Timothy's Humour.

Clew. Nay, indeed all the Ill that you can say of him is, that he's an old Man, and for my part I think all Old Men are alike.

Ang. Oh dear, in what, Madam?
Clev. In being good for nothing, Madam.

Ang. Oh dear! I don't think so. I fancy I could like
Tome fort of Old Men ftrangely

, they're so civil.ama

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