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complaifant, and so neat, and fo clean, and fhav'd fo

clofe, I warrant ye.

Mar. Should you

Madam?

like Mr. Friendly if he were Old,

Ang. As for Mr. Friendly indeed, Madam, he's a kind of a perfect Stranger to me, fo that I don't know what Judgment to make of his Temper or Inclinations; he may be a very good fort of a Man for ought I know, not but that I can't help thinking Mr. Friendly has fome Humours may make a Woman very uucafic, when the is

Clev. Not fo abfolute a Stranger to him as you are: [Smiling.] Are not you a little Hypocrite? Hark ye; Hitting her with her Fan. Do you intend to be marry'd to-Night to a Man that you are fuch an abfolute Stranger to?

Ang. Oh la! I wonder what makes you talk fo who could put fuch a thing into your Head? Clev. He that put it into yours, Friendly.

Ang I'll fwear he gives himself a strange Liberty of talking.

Mar. None but what you'll forgive him for, I dare fwear.

Clev. He fancy'd, if he didn't tell, you wou'd.

Ang. Well, I wonder at his Confidence...

Mar. For being before-hand with you. Really Love Matters are come to be manag'd after a very fantastical manner, and all the Care is now, not who fhall keep the Secret beft, but who fhall tell firft.

Ang I'll vow I have a good Mind not to have him, he's fuch a meer blab.

Mar. That would be all wrong, as they fay, Madam, to fall out with him, and be reveng'd upon your felf. Clev. She'll confider better of it, never fear.

Mar. Well, but dear Madam, we are of your Party, and I hope you take us to be fo much your Friends as to deferve your Confidence- You know we have no other Design upon Sir Timothy, but in order to bring

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this Bufinefs, between Mr. Friendly and you, to a happy Conclufion.

Ang. Nay, really, I muft needs fay I have been infinitely oblig'd to you, dear Madam And indeed my Father is fuch a strange kind of a Man, that I don't care what rifque I run to get out of his Clhtches. Well, but you know Mr. Friendly, Madam. [To Mariana.

Mar. A little, Madam; not fo well as you do, I fancy. Ang. Oh dear, yes to be fure you do, and a great deal better too; but do you think he'll make a good Hufband? I believe he's a strange wild young Fellow; really a Woman runs a strange Hazard with these wild young Fellows.

Mar. All Gamesters that play deep, and push for a Fortune, run Hazards, and for my part I am always for rifquing with a wild Fellow rather than a tame onebefides, were he never fo wild, Matrimony will make him bate of his fpeed, as they fay that have try'd it. Ang. I'll vow I have heard he drinks a World of Cla

ret.

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Clev. And you fancy that will make him fo flee

Ang. If I don't wonder what you can mean by that Well, Mrs. Clever, you are the malicioufelt Creature, you are always a teizing one; but I am refolv'd I'll be reveng'd of you at Night, when we are a-bed together.

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Clev. A-bed together! for Shame! why you wou'd n't abandon your Bridegroom for me?

Ang. Nay, Mrs. Clever, you know when you lye here you always ufe to be my Bed-fellow, and you fhan't be put out of your Bed for any Body, I'm refolv'd you fhall lye with me, and we'll lye awake and talk all Night long Nay, I'm refolv'd I'll pinch you if you won't lye awake and talk to me.

Clev. No, no, you know I'm the fleepiest Creature in the World:- You had better pinch Friendly, if he won't lye awake, and talk to you!

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Ang. I'll wear I have a good Mind to ftop your Mouth -I think the Woman's mad to talk fo

Oh gemini!

Mar. Methinks Sir Timothy ftays very long. didn't he promise to follow us immediately?

Ang. He's a teaching the Servants to Dance, as they do before the Emperor of China.

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Mar. I wish he would difpatch the Business we want to have done, and go on with his Tartarian Ballet arterwards.

Ang. Shall I

him, Madam?

go and tell him you want to speak with

Mar. If you please, Madam.

Ang. He'll leave the Cham of Tartary himself to wait upon you.

[Going.

[Coming back.

Dear Mrs. Clever, if you fhould happen to fee Mr. Friendly, I charge you don't tell him we have been talking of him

We fhall have him fo

vain, and in his Airs, I warrant you.

but pray

Clev. No, no, you fhall have the Pleasure of betraying the Secret, and telling him all felf your make hafte and dispatch your Embaffy. Ang. I'll be here again in a Minute.

[Exit Angelica. Clev. Well, what think you of Mrs. Friendly that is to -be?

Mar. She's in a moft violent twitter.

Clev. As all young Ladies of her Age are at the Approach of Matrimony.

Mar. She's fo out of Breath, and fo merry, and fo
grave, and fo glad, and fo fmirking, and fo fmiling.
Clev. And doesn't know whether he goes upon her
Head or her Heels.

Mar. Love! Love! my Dear! you know this Love
Ha! pray look this way, [Looking out.

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is the Devil
is not that the most ferene, and most amiable Mr.
that's coming into the Court?

Pinch

Clev

Clev. 'Tis he; there are certain foolish Appurtenances belonging to his Face and Perfon, which no one elfe can pretend to but I think we are ready for him, and,

fo let him come as foon as he pleases.

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Mar. I wou'd n't have him fee me. Clev. No, we'll go look upon your Oriental Lover's Preparations for your Entertainment.

Enter Pinch and a Servant:

[Exeunt.

Ser. If it fhall feem agreeable to you to repofe you inoft worshipful Perfon in this Place, I will notific your Arrival to Sir Timothy Tallapey, Knight and Mandarin or the Seventh Order.

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Pinch. 'Tis very well, Friend, notifie to your Mafer with what hafte you can conveniently, but don't discompofe your felf, don't put your felf out of Order.

[Exit Servant: Very foolish, 'Faith. If the rest of my Father-in-Law's Family be of a piece with this Fellow, I fhall have a good merry time on't among 'em

only Wit in the Family be well enough

bit, certainly

to be the -I don't know, it may 'tis better biting than being Who'd have thought that fly

Devil, that Mrs. Mariana, fhou'd have had it in her to put fuch a practical Bite upon one It coft me Two Hours in Time, befide Eight and a Penny in Monies number'd to stay for her, and the never come at last. Very pretty Manners truly

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fmoak fomewhat between that fame Cleriment and her;but no matter, Bite's the Word. I fhall be even with her before to-morrow Morningplay'd one, I play'd Forty Games at vel-Board with Mr. Bandileer was bloodily in for it at laft he drank a World of Geneva will take Care of him truly in the main, I believe

I believe, if I All-Fours and ShoPoor Fellow, he 'Tis true, indeed, but his Coufin She's a difcreet Woman fhe held his Head

fo kindly when he grew a little fickish ka! 'tis he!

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Enter Sir Timothy Tallapoy.

The Lord Chancellor of Moscow's mad Mace-bearer!-
-I wou'd I were
How the Devil fhou'd he get hither!-

well got by him-I wonder they fuffer him to walk about with fuch a Stick in his Hand.

Tim. I'll confummate this Affair with my Son-in-law Pinch as foon as may be, and I will then-Hal how! here is that wretched Puppy that goeth up and down feeking whom he may bite-Is there no Place safe against biting, not even a Man's own House? Atrange Liberty, Friend, after fome Occurrences that pass'd between us fo lately,

-You take a

Pinch. A ftrange Fellow this, I don't know what to do, not II must try to speak him fair, I think, and fee if one can mollifie him that way, for 'tis but a Word) and a Blow with him, that I fee clearly. [Afide. Tim. Now is this wicked Villain meditating a Bite, but by the Majefty of Peking, I will confound the Evil Imagination c'er it can be brought to Perfection

Heark to me, young Man, you are one of thofe that make themselves merry with the most excellent Oriental Nations: This Manfion was not built to receive those People that fcoff at the Cham of Tartary.

Pinch. Oh dear Sir, far be it from me, Sir, to think it was, Sir; I can't think it was built with any fuch knavish Defign I am ftrangely tempted to bite him.[Afide. Sir Tim. I am therefore prompted to ask what Affair, or Negotiation might induce you to enter here. Pinch. This is moft execrably impertinent.

Affair Sir? why really I have an Affair.

Sir Tim. Ay! difcufs to me of what Nature.

[Afide.

Finch. Nature, Sir? If I cou'd come to the Speech of the proper Perfon

Sir Tim. Sir, I notifie to you that I am the moft proper Perfon of any one within thefe Walls to whom you may unfold your Bus'nefs.

Pinch. Look ye, Sir, that isn't the matter- -I don't fay but you may be very proper for ought I know, but

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