have found me what are you the better what Propositions can you make your self Franck. Why all Madam all that man could wish for I have youth enough strength enough Love enough and Money enough and what a Pox should bauk my Propositions I do propound to my self that I am the man that must Luc. What Franck. Why do a certain affair for you which shall be namless But before I proceed any further in Discourse oblige me so far as to tell me in what manner of Phrase I shall accost you whether in your old way of Raillery and Affront or my old of Love and Insinuation Luc. Neither Sir I am not prepared for an Address Franck. But I am do but try me I 'le warrant I 'le fit your humour Luc. You 'l find it somewhat troublesome mine 's a continued Temper Fronck So that 's my Cue it must be the old way 'T is the strangest humour I ever met with nothing will win her but flat abuses Luc. Sir you will oblige me to be brief in declaring your business Franck. Why then to be plain with you Madam the world takes notice of your retir'd life and has been bold to pass ungrounded Censures upon your reputation There is a Gentleman is seen to Visit you often one I could name if occasion were and to my knowledge ha's above three and twenty Wives besides some thirteen Mistresses conveniently Lodged for each particular Ramble Ber. Impudent Raskal Behind Luc. Certainly not so many as you mention but if he had I could forgive him Besides Sir methinks you have little reason to speak of this having your self by this Character of you been sixteen times under the Surgeons hands and as often Cited into the Court for getting of Bastards Franck. Pugh a lye a notorious lye I Cited to the Court Madam he only told you this for fear of being too much interested in your favour Luc. Sir he needs not fear that for both he and all others are alike to me I seldom fawn on any one Franck. That fawns on you you mean one that will Court you Serve you Sing to you Play with you Love ye Kiss ye Marry you Lye with you Honour you and keep you to the end of the Chapter Luc. The truth is 't is a great deal better then 'tother and I 'm pleased to see your endeavours Franck. Art thou pretty sweet Creature and ' igad I will endeavour most extreamly most vehemently but I will please thee at last Ber. So now I 'le upon him he 's ripe now for the Plot. Luc. I 'me sure now you insult over my weakness if I should be kind Franck. Insult banish me for ever thy presence which is the greatest Curse I can think of if I do not adore every inch of thee and think this the happiest minute I ever saw my deer sweet pretty excellent Kisses her hand Bernard pulls him Ber. Sir Luc. Oh Heavens Bernard here Franck. Ay I knew the Devil would send him well since it is so I will be impudent and get out as well as I can Your pleasure Sir you see 't is I make your best on 't Ber. Then Sir let me tell you you are a Villain Franck. And Sir let me tell you you lye there 's a Rowland for your Oliver Ber. ' Dsdeath can I be patient He offers to draw Luc. Hold Sir do you know where you are and what I am that you dare do this must I be affronted with your unseasonable Quarrels And must my Chamber be your field to tilt in call you this Love to me I grow enraged at the Affront Ber. Madam can you then take part with my enemy the Ravisher of my delights and continued fo to virtue Franck. And fools pray put that in too Ber. Had'st thou not Impudence beyond example and wert a lyer on record how couldst thou say I had three and twenty Wives and so many Mistresses alwayes knowing the sincerity of my Life and Conversation Franck. And wert thou not immediate contriver of falshood under Luciser and owner of an impudence surpassing his how couldst thou say I had been sixteen times under the Surgeons hands and as often Cited for getting Bastards knowing my immaculate temper and strange aversion to Unchastity Ber. Ha thy aversion ' dsheart do not I know Luc. Sir what you please but this is no fit place for you to declare your knowledge in and since your nature is so turbulent think it not strange if I desire your absence Pray leave us Ber. Madam I know too much of duty to dispute your commands But Sir you shall dearly pay for this believe 't you shall an Heiress and ten thousand Pounds is not so easily won as you imagine but we shall meet again Exit Franck. An Heiress and ten thousand pound I am ravisht at my Fortune meet again ah i'gad I would meet thee in the Quarrel were it in Hell and our Weapons were to be Firebrands 't is a rare Creature and I am certain Loves him intirely Madam he 's gone ha ha ha the poor Fellow is retir'd and now since you have half blest me already take pitty and compleat it I am a Gentleman my Estate a thousand per annum raise me from death and take me for your Husband I love you above life and 't will be Charity in you to keep him from despair that lives but to adore you Luc. You are too hasty Sir let me consider a while the cause requires it however meet me in Grays-Inn-Walks this Evening and my answer shall be as satisfactory as my honour will permit or decency allow of Franck. I 'le be as punctual as the hour till when adieu sweet stealer of my heart thou precious melting charming snairing ' dsdeath I am transported Exit Enter Bernard Ber. Ha ha ha rarely performed thou hast fir'd him so that he 'l certainly marry thee though it were only in hopes to beguile me and when 't is done no matter for his frown I 'le be at hand to see thou art not wronged go go in prepare for the assignation so it works rare Now my young Roving Gallant I think I 've met we 'e 't is the 〈…〉 Exit For he 's so heedless that he certainly marries her But now for another affair Sir Formalls Daughter I find by this Letter has cast him off and re-establisht me I 'le instantly to her if occasion serve get a Priest and Marry her and by that time I suppose his business will be done This once compleated I am sufficiently reveng'd on his infidelity and shall have no cause to complain on my own ill Fortune Friendship and Love a lofty Fabrick raise Which when once crack't immediatly decayes ACT. V. Scene I. Covent-Garden Enter Bernard and Penelope Ber. MAdam this assurance of your affection has banisht my former doubts your past displeasure looks but as a Dream that now I am awake troubles my Bliss to find the contrary Pen Take heed the Dream Sir is not seconded
quarrel with Bullies And pick a Wench up with alacrity Then to see Plays and how to firut i' th Pit Manage his Combe swear modishly Gad damme Talk aloud to make his parts be noted Small Never doubt Sir He shall be soon instructed with these Rules Old Wine And when the Play 's begun I 'de have him sit In the Wits Corner play the Critick hiss At any thing he do's not understand Be the Scene ne're so witty That 's no matter 'T is Modish and Gentile Small He shall not fail Sir Nay he shall hold a parley with the Wits Propound and answer things beyond his knowledge And yet come off with credit Old Wine Shall he faith Shall he come off with credit do but that Sir Bring him but off with credit and you bless me And I 'le not be ungrateful see here 's 50 Guineys This as an Earnest of my future Bounty And if he come off and as thou sayst with credit A hundred more shall pay obeysance to Thee Tim come hither Tim how dost Thou like this Gentleman Ha prithee tell me Come be not so bashful You two must be acquainted Tim. Faith Sir I like him very well But Old Wine But pish no Buts hee 'l make a Courtier Tim. Small Ah do not fear it Sir The Squire and I Shall soon be intimate wee 'l be Chamber-fellows Be Drunk together Sing and Roar together Ramble till two i' th Morning and then Slip Into some private Lodging in the Parke And get a Wench or two Tim. Withall my heart A very pleasant fellow I like him Sir extreamly Old Wine Nay doubt him not Sir he is cock o th' game I told you you should find him a true Winelove He had it from his Father ay in my capring days I would have Wrestled Leapt Run pitch'd the Bar And kist a sound Wench in a frosty morning With any Squire in Northampton-shire But now I must consess my Ages Autumn Bafflles my weak endeavours Small Oh not so Sir Old Wine Faith 't is very true but 't is no matter Be you but careful to instruct my Son 'T is all I wish in him my youth shall flourish And be you sure Tim to observe his Doctrine Follow his Precepts with a greedy Eare And let me see you strut it in the Streets Display thy Garniture Hat Curl'd Shaddrew With my bully Gamester in White-Fryers Ne're doubt the means Thou shalt have Money store I have been scraping it this 50 year And thou shalt never want that my Boy Tim. I will do what you please Sir Old Wine Why I would have you Tim to be a Fine Courtier A Jauntee Modish follower of the times Hah wilt thou strive Tim. Yes Sir I will strive I 'le be as Impudent as you please to have me Old Wine Wilt thou why well said ha what think you now Sir Small A pregnant Wit believe me Sir Tim. And Sir to show my duty more I will be drunk Very often lye a Bed all day and rise at midnight I 'le get a Wench Sir and if you think good a Clap And then I shall be sure to be o' th fashion Old Wine Now by Honour rarely thought upon A Clap indeed is Modish Tim. I Sir 't is so Old Wine Wee 'l talk further of this point within I must entreat you Sir to dine with me Pray let us be Familiar Small I am in troth too bold Sir Old Wine Fye not a jot come le ts in Tim follow your Tâ—â—â—â— Tim. Yes Sir Exeunt SCENE III. Hall Enter Sir Formal Ancient and Penelope Sir For. Daughter I say be wise these are ill times And we should therefore be more provident I do not like this Bernard that frequents My house and your company Daughter I say I do not like him Pen. Why Sir Sir For. Nay nay I know not that yet to satisfie you His Father was a roaring Cavalier Apeaching Raskal that betray'd our Faction H' had like to hang'd my Uncle and for that trick I hate the generation Yet to say truth It is a Courteous Varlet and a my conscience Would stake his Life for his Friend but what then His Lineage all were Knaves conforming Rogue 's Fellowes that strain'd their throats for a free state And for that cause I hate ' em Pen. You are my Father Sir and 't would be thought Great folly in me to question your Commands Much less deny ' em Sir For. How deny ' em Dare you deny my commmands Pen. Sir you mistake I alwayes meant to obey What you and Heaven should impose upon me Sir For. Didst thou not say at first Thou would'st deny my just Commands Pen. No Sir I said 't was folly in me to deny ' em Sir For. And dost no doubt dissemble with me Pen. Believe me Sir I do not I am now As I was ever ready to obey you In any just Command Sir For. Thou art my Daughter and should'st practise duty Therefore I say once more and with a parent like authority I do not like this Bernard therefore Discard him See that my doors close lockt oppose his entrance I have no house-room for him tell him so How now Enter a Servant Serv. Sir there 's one Sir Peter Winelove at the three Crane Tavern desires your Company about Earnest Business Sir For. Go tell him I come I guess his Business Exit Servant He has a Son lately come out 'o th Country And wants a Wife Daughter go you to your Closet Fall on your knees and pray my hopes may be successful There is a Blessing coming and I 'le work for 't Exit Pen. Such Blessings I expect not nor desire when ' ere I marry or intend it my Father I see by this Carriage to Bernard will oppose it If it suites not with his liking I 'me vext Extreamly vext at my ill Fortune and though I have no passion for this Bernard he do's Deserve it And it might have been my Fate as Well as now 't is his Well I 'le leave all to Time the Dice may turn and I may yet be happy Enter a Servant Serv. Madam there 's a Lady accompanied with a Gentleman Below is come to visit you Pen. Wait on 'em in Exit Servant Enter Franck Amorous and Lucia Dearest Madam a thousand thousand Welcomes To what happy accident am I obliged That obliged me with your presence Lue. To no accident I came to Sit and talk with you Or if thou like the Weather le ts take a turn in The Parke I have been so melancholly since My Brother went out of the Town Pen. Is not that Franck Amorous Heavens 't is he how came he with her Aside Madam what Gentleman is that Lue. Why don't you know him Pen. Not I. Luc. No that 's strange I met him at the door And hearing me ask for you pretended business And desir'd the favour to conduct me to you Pen. Business with me What this should mean I know not Fran. Madam although ' it s
and I would have that Fame descend on you which with such great discretion I have purchast but then you must deserve it Pen. Madam I hope I shall I think you yet ne're saw me guilty of any vice could give you cause to doubt my future virtue Lady A. Your Virtue no I fear not that 't were a sin to imagine my blood could e're rebel Sir Formall too though I mislike his starcht behaviour and opinion was once a Virtuoso and therefore think not I doubt your virtue no 't is your destiny I fear Pen. Your fears are fruitless Madam I ne're was yet so wedded to my will to chuse before a tryal had made proof whether he did deserve it Were I not sure she knows nothing of my Love to Franck Amorous this would a little startle me Aside Lady A. I do believe thee yet give me leave to fear Is it not seen a Lady whose fame for breeding And descent is loudly spoken of gets a toy in her head Marries her Footman and gives the Flambeau for her Crest Another charm'd with the flatteries of some smooth tongu'd seducer Sells her honour and whole race to infamy Ruines her self and lastly dies a Beggar Pen. These are sad Moralls Madam Lady A. But most true when I was young adorn'd with blooming Beauty for without vanity I could so term it I Was admir'd su'd to oft by many many With Presents woo'd me many with Poetry some Would urge their merits some their Fortunes Others would fight and happy then was he that Could procure a smile to grace his enterprize For I well knowing the power of my attractions Kept such a mean of favour 'twixt 'em all That none could boast his Fortune or dispair 'T is true I sometimes long'd for what they offer'd But with a trick I had a cunning trick I kept it from their knowing at last your Father Who then was held a man of rare endowments Though now they are abused by his Customs So took me with his ' haviour and good parts For he had excellent parts so that for his sake I quitted all the rest Pen. And left them Willowes Lady A. Every man of 'em Therefore I say look through The man you love Observe his parts well Then view his Estate for some there are have neither Pen. Neither Parts nor Estate goodness defend me From such a one by your instructions Madam I Shall not doubt to guard my self from such Imminent danger Bless me neither Parts nor Estate Lady A. Hush here 's your Father Enter Sir Formall Sir For. Sweet heart and Daughter are you there That 's well go presently to your Chamber and dress Your self here 's a Gentleman coming to see you Go I say Pen. Shall I not know his name Sir For. No marry shall you not let it suffice 't is a good Catholick name and I approve of it No more questions but obey me Pen. I shall Sir this is certainly the new Suiter He talkt of and heaven knows I am ill provided For an Amour Sir For. Come sweet heart le ts go in for I have A world of news to tell thee Lady A. But little good I fear If there be a world on 't Sir For. Thou 'lt find there 's a great deal of good in 't I seldom fail to miss of my designes Come in and be partaker Exeunt SCENE III. Chamber-back Enter Frank Amorous and Betty Bett. By ventring to bring you hither I hope Sir you Perceive that I am not unwilling to be ungratefull Especially having tasted your bounty in so liberal a manner Fran. You over-rate the triste I have given you Pray do Not speak of it Is this the Chamber Bett. This leads to hers have but a little patience With which I know Sir I you are still provided I 'le go and prepare her for your visit In a more Especial manner because I would appear Grateful to a person I have been so sensibly oblig'd to Fran. You speak what I should say and make me blush I am so poor in thanks Exit Betty This will in time make an excellent Bawd I find by her pall'd Rhetorick This profit is a powerful charm It turns and winds e'm into any form She 's coming up with the Lady who if I find But loves me I have a blessing past all recompence Enter Penelope and Betty Pen. This is the height of impudence to bring a man a young man too into my Chamber without my knowledge Bett. Madam he told me he must needs speak with you About an important concerne and knowing your Fathers hasty temper was afraid to let him see him Pen. And was there no where to bring him to but My Chamber No hole or by Corner to make Him do pennance in for his insolence but my Apartment you had best some other time Shut him up into my Closet till i 'm a Bed Fran. Well thought on i'gad Madam if my rude entrance Pen. Sir I need no Apologies and excuses and indeed considering it rightly although my behaviour has been such as not to give any one cause or licence to intrude into my privacies you are not so much to be blam'd as she is Fran. Oh nay it is well enough Aside Pen. For you perhaps but followed your own inclination and pursuance of the affair you say you have but that he shou'd dare to do this Fran. Madam it was at my request Pen. At your request it seems then she 's your acquaintance Fran. No 'faith Madam not my acquaintance for though there are some certain seasons when all women are alike to me yet for the most part my ambition soars above the fruition of a Chambermaid Pen. Sir the Character you give your self I was sufficiently acquainted with in the last visit you made me I hope you come about the old affair some love Embassy from Bernard Fran. From Bernard Madam ha ha ha though once to do him a Curtesie and as a Friend I sollicited his cause I am not ty'd to do that Office I take no fees Madam besides at present Heaven be prais'd I have other business business of my own would you but be pleas'd to give me a hearing Pen. I 'me glad of that aside Now if it hit but right Sir you 'l oblige me To impart it quickly for I 'me a little in hast Frank. Venus for me then now the Tale begins I saw the Letter you wrote to Bernard Pen. It may be so Frank. I saw also the Commendations you gave me there Pen. Suppose all this Frank. And thereby gather that Pen. That what Frank. Command your Woman hence and I 'le declare it Pen. Sure 't is no secret Frank. Faith but it is a great one too Pen. Wait in the next room till I call for you Exit Betty Now Sir be free in your Relation Frank. Why Madam as I was saying before I gather by your kind Character of me to Bernard that you are most desperately in love with me Pen. I in
Old Win. 'T is true Sir Small Nay Mr. Winelove for Heavens sake be pacified I have a World of News to tell you News that concerns you too good Sir be reconciled Old Win. Keep him but off I have done I am for peace Small Sir Formall come forget petty Differences you little think what News I have to tell you Sir For. What is 't prithee Sir I shall think on you another time Old Win. At your leisure Sir I seldom walk disguised my Jim get no Children ha ha ha But come my little Mercury what News is this thou hast to tell me Small Give your Attention for it equally concerns you both Ambo Say on Small Why then Sir your Daughter has to my knowledge this afternoon made an Assignation with Bernard to meet him in the Mulbery-Garden and if you make not great haste will be married e're you can get thither for I saw a little Black man like one of the Clergy in the Coach with ' em Sir For. Ha! with Bernard If this be true I am undone Small 'T is Certainly true Sir for I knew him very well though she pretended he was her Kinsman Sir For. Kinsman ah cunning Jilt but I 'le take a Coach and forbid the Banes immediatly Exit Small And Sir your Son my Pupil has instead of Penelope married as I hear a vast Fortune a near Kinsman of Franck Amorous one that fell in Love with him and he taking time by the forelock this morning married her Old Win. A Fortune say you Small Some six or ten thousand Sir 't is reported diversly but for certain a vast Fortune Old Win. There 's for thy News I 'm o'rjoyed at this But where are they dost thou know that Small Gone to the Mulbery-Garden to keep their Wedding Dinner Old Wine I 'le make one amongst 'em instantly six thousand Pounds and got so handsomely This News has made me young again I could Dance Methinks I am so Jocund Ah 't is a Witty Rascal how cunningly has he carried his business Small He has indeed been very private in it Old Wine Nay he has a Politick Pate on my word he 's as I told Sir Formall a true Winelove run Mr. Smallwit and call the next Coach I 'le thither presently he has outwitted me but I rejoyce at his Fortune and now a fig for Sir Formall and his Proposalls I 'me resolved to be extreamly Merry and Crown this Marriage with my Love and Approbation Exeunt SCENE III. Mulbery Garden Enter Franck Amorous and Lucia A Letter Franck. Madam till this moment I ne're was happy but in your Company lies such Crowds of Joyes that my soul 's too narrow to receive ' em Luc. I 'm afraid you do but mock and you men are such Deceivers that it imposes a general scandall upon the Sex Sure you cannot be so can you Franck. No by Heavens I can sooner be false to my own soul then think of deceiving thee I love thee with so much Zeal and my Passion is so violent that I fear I shall never have Patience till the Parson have Married us Luc. Indeed you must Lord what will become of me if you want Patience I shall never be able to endure a man that wants patience Franck. Well I 'le endeavour but defer my Bliss as little as you can Luc. You are as eager as if you were going to take possession of a Happiness conducing to your Life Franck. My life ay Gad my dearest life my soul is at stake if I miss thee for I will certainly hang my self and wilfully lose a second Heaven being deprived of my first Come prithee let 's go Luc. What man 's this that 's come to us Franck. ' Sheart 't is young Winelove I promised to meet him here and now he has seen me 't is but vain to avoid him Dear Madam step but into the next Arbour whilst I exchange a word or two with him and I 'l be with you instantly Luc. So I think I have him fast enough would the Parson were come that I might be out of pain Lord what fools these men are Exit and going out drops a Paper Franck. What 's this she has dropt Reads To my dear Lucia from he Guardian I 'le warrant about her Estate when Winelove's gone I 'le read it Enter Tim. Tim. sings How happy is he that is free From the Troubles and Cares of the Wise That Banquets his sense With a world of expence And hates the dull life of the sordid precise Hah Brother Franck. Sir I see you are a man of your word but more Merry and Jocund then usual Tim. Why faith I am Sir the Stars have been kind and I have been kind and I have cause to be so for I have Married a Lady this morning that is a non parelio And I that formerly Criticised upon the whole Sex now confess my self foiled in my own Argument Franck. Married Sir may I not beg the favour to know whom Tim. Faith I must desire your pardon at present time will discover all but assure your self 't is not to Penelope Fate I thank it has seated me a little higher In the mean time I have Brotherly affection for thee which shall continue in spite of Death and Destiny Sings How Happy is he that is free c. I am so Airie I could fly methinks Franck. You are the spark of our Age Sir but prethee forward with the methinks it begins well Tim. Ah Pox no there 's nothing in 't 't was writ by a Fellow that writes your Elegies your News from Rumford your Murders Characters of Baleys and the like A damned Tune too set by a Novice in the Science but if thou wilt hear a Song I le sing thee one of my own a new thing and I think you 'le say a good one that has had the honour to be stiled so by some persons of Honour that love such things and sometimes love to write ' em Franck. Come prethee le ts hear it Tim. Stay I 'le go call three of my Friends here Drinking in the next Arbour to bear the Chorus and I 'le be with you instantly Exit Franck. I wonder who the Devil he has Married but I am glad 't is not Penelope for though I have her not my self I should be sorry to have her enjoyed by such a Fop as this Enter Tim and Musicians Tim. Come Friends keep your Time pray observe Sir SONG No more dull Reason seek no more To feed me to thy slender food Thy sober precepts have no power To keep me from my chiefest good In Love and Wine my Bliss relyes And he that e're would happy be His growing Appetite must prize Desie all Cares and live like me To ramble from Taverns is nightly our task To roar through the streets and debateh the next Mask to baffle the Watch in despight of their Bills get home and next morning to Breakfast with Pâ—ls Till crampt with the Pox we aspire
with one to fright you more you have small reason to hope otherwise if I should look severely into your Life Ber. My Life I warrant you think me Inconstant Fye Madam discard such mean suppositions But if I were false how can you complaine knowing how you have tortured me by your favouring Franck Amorous Pen. I 'le not dispute it now though I know something something perhaps you did intend to hide your Lucia's discovered Sir Lord how you men are deceived when imagining to hide your Mistresses you most disclose ' em Ber. Well I do confess But consider Madam it was your severity was the Cause together with my Constitution which cannot subsist without a Helper Pen. I have consider'd on 't and because you shall not say I am too rigorous I am content to take that for an excuse more especially because you say you have laid a Plot to ensnare that inconstant Fellow but are you sure he will marry her Ber. I am sure the Plot is well laid and he is of that rashy heedless nature that 't is a thousand to one he scapes it not Pen. As for the other Fop the Fool turn'd Critick his Game lyes another way and perhaps at last neither of 'em will have cause to boast of too good Fortune But let us go in and be sure you seek to please my Father who is now at a great difference with old Winelove about the Estate he means to give his Son loose no time it may be this minute was ordained to make us happy Ber. Madam you have turtor'd me Exeunt Scene II. Enter Smallwit Solus Small I am scarce recovered of my Bruises yet this Iron-Fisted Rascal has so maul'd me If I but think of a Battoon I tremble and a Sword is more dreadful to me then an Execution to a Banckrupt 'T is very hard yet each man has his destiny why may not a beating be as natural to me as to another Man I was once a Servitor in a Colledge and was beaten through my office very often But that Bernard now I stand on the brinck of preferment should do this to me is insufferable and I will be revenged I heard of an appointment betwixt him and Penelope which I will streight disclose to her Father and by that means frustrate his designes this is one way to plague him and I 'le about it presently Exit Scene III. Hall Enter Old Wine and Sir Formall Sir For. Not a Cross more Sir I have told you the utmost you know my way and how fixt my resolves are my Daughters my Daughter but my Mony 's my Wife Sir two thousand Pounds I 'le give her if you expect more you are deceived I never did intend it Old Win. Then let me tell you Sir I scorn your offer two thousand Pounds a Portion for a Pedlar my Son Sir shall be Landed 500 Pound a year it may be more besides his Breeding which put into Ballance makes a thousand a Fortune not to be bestowed upon so Mean a person as your Daughter but only my good nature Sir For. How Sir Mean Old Wine I said it Sir and once propound that if it be a Match you shall bestow three thousand Pounds at the day of Marriage and your Mannor of Broughton in Essex at the Birth of her first Child Sir For. But suppose Sir she has no Children Old Wine How Sir no Children ha ha ha my Tim no Children was ever such a doubt made why Sir he has stockt all the Parishes about us with his off-spring already there 's never a Mumper in Essex but has one of 'em at her back nay they are so numerous that you may 'em at four pence half-penny a piece and a good penny worth too No Children quoth he alas Sir he has been tryed in that long ago Sir For. I I Sir so has my Daughter been tryed too Sir but you 'l find it not so easie to propagate here as in the Country Old Win. No your reason Sir Sir For. Why Sir our Air is not so nourishing Besides take this from me one that has known the City Complexions as well as the Country you spoiled your Son when you permitted him to be a man of the Town Old Win. Pish. Sir For. Believe me you did pray tell me when did you ever know a Critick a man of Mode as they call 'em get Children never Ods Bobs Sir they cannot do 't why all the Spirit they have is infused with Pottag Langoone and Lobsters no natural Causes to produce Effects a sort of dry unsound wretched Fellows that can get nothing but Claps nor that neither but that 't is hereditary and entayled from one Generation to another Old Win. Sir Formall think not by this Ribble Rabble this discourse of nothing to put me out of conceit with my Son I know Sir he is Young Airy and Lusty and as I said before Sir a true Winelove one that can choose a Doxy with Discretion what doubt my own Flesh and Blood not I ' igad when I was a young man I durst have lookt a woman in the Face my self as well as some that were fatter but let that pass my Tim get no Children ha ha ha Sir For. I 'le stand to what I 've said Sir Old Win. Sir you must not Sir I shall grow angry then troth I shall very angry and 't will be dangerous to urge it farther Sir For. I slight your anger Sir and to persevere I tell you once more what I said is true Old Win. What that my Son can get no Children Sir For. No Sir that deserves that name since you provoke me he a thing made up of Froth and Vanity Old Wine Old man do not provoke me I say do not for by the Reverend Beard of Iohn a Gaunt I have knockt down as tall a Fellow in my time but no more I say do not provoke me Sir For. Provoke thee Dotard I defy thee and thy Son too his Cringes and his Tricks let him from henceforth forbear my house a Critick a Fool. Old Win. Fool in your Face Sir Coxcomb s'bud were it in another place I 'd cramb that notion down your throat again call the greatest Wit i th' Nation Fool ha ha ha Sir For. A Wit why did'st ever know a right Critick a Wit no they are Fools originally and usurp the name of Critick only to get reputation among some few pretenders this is in brief my opinion of ' em Old Win. I shall refine your opinion presently for I can forbear no longer take that Sir and the Lye Strikes him Sir For. That Sir 't was home I confess but I 'le not be behind hand with you They Cuff one another and pull off both Hats and Perewigs Enter Smallwit Small Hey day what work 's here Sir Formall Mr. Winelove for Heavens sake what do you mean old Friends and quarrel thus come come forbear parts 'em Sir For. A Drunken Dotard Old Win. A Testy Cuckold Sir For. Hah