marry you absolutely Bona fide and with a Notwithstanding Isab Marry her with a Bona fide and a Notwithstanding 〈…〉 ff's this what 's his Bona fide 〈…〉 What 's that to you hussey will you ne're ha' done 〈…〉 y Cane o're your Bona fide I 'le make you repent 〈…〉 ng Chris Have you no respect Isabella to my Commands don 't you see that your talking does but inrage him Isab Who can indure to have you thus rashly thrown away on a Fool as all the world says Sir Mannerly is Chris Let me alone with the management of my own affairs Well Sir but supposing Fortune should flatter me with inclinations to Sir Mannerly Isab A worthy piece of flattery I ha' done Sir Tho. looks angerly Chris If I should be so unfortunate not to have the same inclinations for him I hope Sir you will not compell me to marry one I cannot love and consequently to be the most miserable of women Sir Tho. One you cannot love Maid you shall love him I 'le make you love him what cannot you love 2000 l. a year and a fair Mansion-house and all conveniences as fine as any in all Cumberland Chris No doubt Sir but I shall like his Estate and his House and his Movables well enough Isab But the main Movable the Man there 's the question Sir Tho. Well sawciness you talk very boldly pretty box of a Baronet of 2000 l. a year to call him a Movable but I will make her love the main Movable Isab I there 's the thing if she will like the main Movable if the main Movable will please her Sir Tho. Well well it shall please her I 'le make it please her Isab Pray Sir lay aside Passion and let us Reason the case a little Chris Isabella don't you see that you provoke my Father Sir Tho. How would you Reason Come then have at you let her alone I 'le give her free leave to plead what she can since she would Reason I will Reason with her come Isab You will own Sir that Sir Mannerly Shallow is a Country Gentleman Sir Tho. And so I would have him Isab One that never so much as saw London Sir Tho. As I would have him Isab One that never had any thing but Country breeding Sir Tho. As I would have him Isab One that knows nothing but what belongs to Dogs and Horses that never saw a better Assembly then what meet at Fairs Cock-fights and Horse-races Sir Tho. Just as I would have him Isab Well then is it possible for a Lady such a one as my Lady that has never breath'd out of the Air of the Town Sir Tho. And by consequence never in wholesom Air. Isab Who has always liv'd to the height and Gallantry of it Sir Tho. To the height of the Foppery of it Isab And convers'd with the most Refin'd Wits of the times Sir Tho. With the most debauch'd Rascals of the times Isab Should ever endure a dull Country Clown and a melancholy Country life Sir Tho. Ay hussey better then a leud fantastical debauch'd Town-Fop and a scandalous Town-life Isab You are scandaliz'd at debauchery Sir I will prove the Country-Gentlemen are full as debauch'd as the very lewdest men of the Town Nay their debaucheries are the more rude and brutish of the two and are only thought innocent because they are insipid Sir Tho. How more debauch'd then the Town-Rascals the very Rake-hells and scum of Iniquity that run up and down from Tavern to Tavern and from Bawdy-house to Bawdy-house and get so many Poxes and Claps that half their Estates scarce pay for the Cure of them Isab And is that worse then running from Ale-house to Ale-house and Farm to Farm and getting so many Bastards that half their Estates will scarce pay for the maintaining of them Sir Tho. Men that are always quarrelling and fighting and duelling Isab Men that are always quarrelling and never fighting nor duelling Sir Tho. Men that turn away their Wives and keep Whores in their houses Isab Men that beat their Wives and keep Whores in their houses to boot Sir Tho. Do Country Gentlemen keep Whores in their houses Isab Yes what are their House-keepers and Nurses and Servants I 'de fain know Sir Tho. Are they their Whores You lye hussey you lye Isab You lye Chris Pray Father Sir Tho. with his Cane runs after Isab Isab Sir Thomas to beat her but is held by Christina Oh Sir Thomas I do but argue did you not give me free leâ—ve to say what I could in Argument Sir Tho. Is giving the lye an Argument hussey you sawcy Isab I ha' done I ha' done Sir I 'le dispute no more Sir Tho. You had not best hussey And for you Madam who began the Argument that are at your Likes and your Not Likes and your Inclinations and your Compulsions and I know not what know that I expect an entire submission to my Commands prepare without more Logick and Syllogism to marry Sir Mannerly the minute he comes to Town or in plain terms to get out of my doors If you refuse him for your Husband know I will disown you for my Daughter and see how you 'l live to the height and Gallantry of the Town then see if the Refin'd Wits will maintain you go to the Refin'd Wits go Refin'd Wits with a Pox Unrefin'd leud debauch'd Fops that scarce ever read a Book in their lives except it were a Play that understand nothing but writing Lampoons upon civil people breaking of Jests on all things turning all things Civil and Sacred into Ridicule as they call it Ridicule there 's a pretty Bastard word a Son of a whore of the Times Ridicule No more ado but prepare to marry Sir Mannerly or I 'le turn you into Ridicule Chris Good Sir what need all this Tempest of Passion I do not refuse your Commands Sir Tho. Tempest of Passion Oh you are at your Metaphors are you Tempest of Passion Virgin my Tempest of Passion is to drive you a Ground upon the Shallows there 's a Trope for your Trope to shew you a broad Jacobus or a Carolus Wit of the last age is I take it of as much value as a little Guiney Wit of this But you forsooth and your Refin'd Wits think there were never any Wits but your selves that your Fathers were all a Pack of honest marrying Fools that had no more wit then to bestow all their Love upon their Wives and all their Estates upon their Children to starve themselves of all pleasure in a Conjugal Pound that so the young Filleys may wince and neigh amongst the Mares in the fat Meadows I must confess we were all Fools in the event for had we known we should have gotten such an age of Rake-shames as we have we should rather have conspir'd together to have unpeopled the Land we have a great deal to Answer for lying with our Wives But though we were Wits we were no Prophets we
is the Lady it seems was Serenaded To Christina Ramb. The same my Lord the Playing at your door was but a blind Betty No no 't was to me Chr. He brings himself off wittily L. Dry But hold Sir now I remember you came to draw her Picture to day Chr. Has he that trick too Ramb. I did so Betty Ay ay I have an Intrigue with him Ramb. But it was onely for divertisement I never saw her before in my life Betty Why do you say so 't was an appointment well my Lord you and I must part you see how false I am L. Dry. Dear Betty forgive me I see thou hast more Vertue and Goodness than I have Estate to Reward live with me again and I will become a new Creature Betty That must be by some very strange miracle indeed that an old Man should become a new Creature but however mend as much as you will I shall never mend I shall continue my Intrigues with Picture-Drawers and Pages and Hackney-Coachmen and every Man I can come near L. Dry. Oh do not Treat me thus severely I have injur'd thy Vertue but I will make thee recompence for my life and all the pleasure of it lies in thy Favour Betty No no this keeping of old Women by you old Sinners is but done out of a scurvy custom not any need you have like old Snuff-takers that cannot live without Snuff though it never makes 'em sneeze do but break your self of the custom for one month and you will find no want but come since you are humbled I make a proposal Promise before all this noble Company to make a settlement of 500 l. a year on me for life that if we ever quarrel I may have something to trust to and I will return to my Dominion again and govern you as formerly L. Dry. I engage it and you shall have it drawn by what Lawyers you please Betty Then I am yours in the new-fashion'd Matrimony for ever L. Dry. I am as formerly your most obsequious Keeper Sir Tho. Oh these are fine doings but I say nothing Ramb. Now Madam it is my turn to quarrel and be unkind Chr. Yes indeed you had need boast of your Innocence witness the Importunate Temptations of a young Lady which you manfully resisted last night and could by no means be brought to her imbraces witness this Creature whose Picture it seems you drew an Excellence I never knew you had till now Ramb. Oh forgive me I acknowledge my faults with grief and penitence I am amazed how it was possible for me to think of any thing but you but hopes of Love are like the prospect of a fair Street a great way off and you cannot blame a poor thirsty Traveller if he takes a sip here and there by the way Kneels Sir Tho. How on thy Knees Mr. Ramble I swear we rather ought to kneel to thee Rise rise Man were I not to forfeit a thousand pound Bond thou shouldst have my Daughter before any Man Ramb. Say you so Sir Dirt shall never be laid in the Scale with Beauty I will pay the forfeiture Isab This is brave I swear now Madam you are bound in Honor and Gratitude to forgive him Sir Tho. Mr Ramble this is so generous a Proposition that I will pay the forfeiture of the Bond give thee my Daughter and a Thousand pound more with her than ever I design'd for her Portion with any Man take her she 's thine Chr. Well Sir I hope you will give over your Picture-Drawing Ramb. Now I am in Heaven and all my sins forgiven upbraid me not with them I will Draw no Pictures but my own and those never without your help La. Fad How Sir Thomas will you use my Nephew thus scurvily Merry How will you oppose my desire Resist my Virgin authority La. Fad Mr. Merry I will not have my Nephew thus abus'd Enter Sir Mannerly Winnifrid Porter and Wife See he has found us Sir Man My Lady Aunt wish me joy La. Fad Wish thee joy Sweet-heart for what for loosing thy Bride here is Sir Thomas Rash after all our Articles is going unworthily to bestow his Daughter upon another Sir Man How Aunt you do not know Sir Thomas Rash when you see him nor his Daughter neither sure I have her fast enough I am married to her already and here she is Chr. This the Creature that was design'd for me bless me what a deliverance have I had Sir Man This Sir Mannerly La. Fad What dost thou say art thou Married to that Girl Sir Tho. Married to my Porters Daughter this fellow is my Porter Madam and his Wife is my Apple-woman Sir Man Your Porter What 's that La. Fad He goes of Errands for Groats and Testors and Pence this is Sir Thomas Rash and this is his Daughter Sir Man How am I couzen'd so is this Sir Thomas Rash and is this his Daughter are you no Sir Thomas and you no my Lady and do you go of Errands for Groats and Pence and do you sell Apples Por. Faith Son 't is a folly to disown it now all is done these are our Occupations I am no Knight but of your dubbing you would dubb me a Knight whether I would or no I was not ambitious of the Honor. Wife Well though we are poor folks we are Honest and True Sir Man Honest and True sirrah come back and Un-marry me again Beats the Porter Sir Tho. Hold hold Sir Mannerly now 't is too late how came this mistake Tom Por. My being your worships Namesake caus'd it he would needs bear me down I was your Honor and Marry my Daughter in spight of my Teeth La. Fad Oh how hast thou dishonour'd our Family Sir Man Fear not Aunt I 'll Feague 'em Porter I 'll make it a scurvy Errand to you and Apple-woman your Daughter shall be a costly Pippin to you Wife Do your worst Enter Constable and Booby with a Child in his Arms. Boob. Here 's his Worship oh an 't like your Worship shall if you won't be bound to maintain this Child for me I to prison and be whipt presently Sir Man Maintain that Child what ha you got a Bastard since you came to Town already Boob. 'T is a Beggar-womans Bastard I never saw in my days before Sir Man Get a Bastard of a Beggar-woman in a days time do they breed so fast in London that 's faster than our tame Coneys do no wonder London is so full of People Boob. An 't like your Worshâ—p I never saw or touch'd the Woman or any Woman I never lay with any Woman in my life give me a Book I 'll kiss it upon it Sir Man How could you come by this Bastard then Boob. I did not come by it it came by me I gave a Beggar-woman the bag of Money to hold whilst I cufft with the Thief 's Man that would have stole you and she lays down the Bastard and runs away with the bag of Money
Lady Faddle and Bridget Lady Faddle with a Letter Sir Tho. My Lady Faddle your Ladiships very humble Servant what kind occasion gives me the honour of your Ladiships visit thus late La. Fad Sir Thomas how dost thou do dear Sir Thomas I have receiv'd a Letter this instant which tells me news which I am perswaded will not be undelightfull Chritty how dost thou do sweet Chritty Thou hast a very passionate Adorer posting to thy Altars Thy Lover is flying to thee on the wings of Love and Honour as the Poets say in their Plays Chris What stuff 's here Sir Tho. News I warrant from your Nephew Sir Mannerly La. Fad Exactly conjectur'd I 'le assure thee Sir Thomas he writes me word he intends out of a piece of Gallantry to ride Post all night that he may visit his Mistress by break of day he is unwilling the Sun should see her before him Sir Tho. A very fine expression I 'le give him a thousand pound more with her for that expression He 's unwilling the Sun should see her before him I protest I have not heard a wittier and a finer passage Chris Oh most delicate here 's one glimpse of the Fool 's Picture I am to marry already I shall see it more at large presently aside to Isabella La. Fad Nay I assure you Sirs you 'l find him a notable youth Chritty thou must look over thy Academy of Complements to night Chritty against he comes or on my Honour he will be too hard for thee he 'l run thee down he puts the Country Gentlemen to such Non-plusses that they do not know what to say to him he is call'd the very wit and spark of Cumberland and is indeed the very flower and ornament of the North. Chris I 'le warrant you his wit and sparkship lies in being an infinite babler and a most expert fool at Questions and Commands Carrying of Counsel Cross-purposes and some such ingenious sports aside to Isab Isab Ay and I warrant writes Anagrams and Acrosticks aside Sir Tho. Is it possible that one can be so finely bred in Cumberland La. Fad Oh you will wonder at it when you see him to see how finely bred he is how Juntee and Complaisant Sir Tho. Marvel what and has never seen the Town La. Fad Never seen any Town almost you must know his Father the old Baronet was a man that had mortal enmities to the Town and to all sorts of Town-vanity and would never suffer him to wear a Gentile Suit to read any Book except a Law-Book nor to stir from home but in his Company and that was seldom any whither but to his Farms and Tenants to see his Grounds and Woods or over-look his Quarries and Cole-mines and then his Mother my Sister Shallow on the other side was the fondest creature of him and would never suffer him to be out of sight except when he was with his Father and both these having not been dead above a Twelve-month and the affairs of his Estate imploying him much at home I am perswaded the bounds of his Land have been the utmost extents of his travel except since his Parents death he has given himself a swinge to some Race or Fair. Chris He is like to be a most accomplish'd person aside Sir Tho. Your Ladiship puts me in admiration Good Madam which way could he come by this fine breeding La. Fad Oh Sir Thomas you will put me on a piece of vanity Isab And that needs not on my word aside Sir Tho. Oh your Ladiships humble servant La. Fad If I must answer you the truth Sir Thomas I must say in spight of my modesty he is indebted to me for the most of his accomplishments Chris Then they are most accomplish'd accomplishments aside Sir Tho. Oh I beg your Ladisips pardon I did not conceive that before La. Fad Oh good Sir Thomas it is easily granted you must know I accustomed my self in my Sisters life-time to bestow my company on her every Summer Chris Indeed if I had been she I would never have thanked you for the Gift I would rather you had bestowed your absence on me La. Fad And you may imagine for the Honour of my Family neglect â—â— occasion of instructing my Nephew in all things tha 〈…〉 to a well-bred Gentlemen and truly I found hi 〈…〉 docible Scholer Sir Tho. 〈◊〉 if your Ladiship had the forming of him he is the most perfeâ—â— of Gentlemen the Pattern of breeding and vertue for no Common Excellencies could be deriv'd from such a noble Instructress La. Fad Oh Sir Thomas you over-run me with too great a floud of language Sir Tho. Oh 't is your Ladiship only is the Governess of that Province La. Fad Oh Sir Thomas it is you are the Inheritor 't is you have the learning and the parts Siâ— Tho. Oh 't is your Ladiship has the Phrase and the Mine La. Fad Oh Sir Thomas it is you have all Sir Tho. Oh the Soveraignty is your Ladiships La. Fad Oh Sir Thomas you depose your self from your Rights Sir Tho. Oh 't is your Ladiship dethrones your self La. Fad Oh Sir Thomas Sir Tho. Oh Madam La. Fad Intollerable presumption it were Sir Tho. I beseech your Ladiship La. Fad I protest Sir Thomas falls a Coughing Chris Oh how seasonably this Cough comes to deliver my poor Father aside La. Fad Fye upon this tickling rhume Sir Tho. Oh your Ladiship strains your self too much to be obliging La. Fad Oh Sir Thomas Sir Tho. Oh no more I beseech your Ladiship I will not presume to enter any more into the Lists and Turnaments of the Tongue with your Ladiship I yield the Laurel to your Ladiship But to return to the discourse from which we wandred of Sir Mannerly I am infinitely glad to hear of his accomplishments and perfections for now I hope I shall convince my Daughter when he appears that there grow finer things in the Country then Pinks and Daisies the Country is able also to produce a fine Gentleman yes Daughter and I hope as fine a man as your ador'd Ramble too she thinks him Madam the very top of the Creation the flower and quintessence of Gallantry the wit of Nature a meer Poem La. Fad Oh fie upon thee Chritty dost thou debauch thy affections with that le 〈…〉 still Sir Tho. Ay Madam 〈◊〉 â—hide her La. Fad Strange did I never tell you how he courts a young wench that lives over against my Lodging in the Pall-mall one Betty Frisque Isab This is the wench I told you of aside to Christina Chris I give never the more credit to the story from her Authority aside to Isab La. Fad This wench you must know is kept by that filthy old fellow my Lord Drybone an old harass'd fellow of the Town one that has been an eminent sinner these 30 years was a great Comrade of Prince Griffins in the beginning of the War Sir Tho. I am more happy then to know him Chris
in an Entry of Shepherds or Gods and Goddesses Sir Man I can Dance in any Entry in England La. Fad Strange that thou shouldst not apprehend me but to let that pass well but how is thy singing Boob. Oh his Worship out-sings all our Parish at Church the Clark is asham'd to set the Psalm before him Sir Man Sing a Psalm I have sung my part in a Recitattivo as they call it I had a Recitattivo acted at my own House and I acted in it and sung I was London or Augusta and I had a high crown'd Hat to signify Pauls Steeple and I had one acted the River Thames I had a great Nose made on purpose to signify London Bridge and the River Thames swom under my Nose I have my Nose in my Portmantua if I had it on you should see Booby and I would Act. La. Fad Then thou canst Act Nephew Boob. And so can I too Sir Man Oh I have all the new Comedy Books and Tragedy Books sent me as fast as ever they are made oh I love them that huffe the gods they make no more of a god then we do of a Constable Boob. Your Worship and I acted a Tragedy Book you know Sir Man Yes and I was an Hero and I remember two of the bravest lines If saucy Jove my Enemy appears I 'll pull him out o' Heaven by the Ears There 's ramping for you La. Fad Saucy Jove that 's very great that took mightily here Boob. Oh that Rumm-Dumm Derry Dumm oh but the two Knocking Verses an 't like your Worship Sir Man Oh ay you must know my Part Aunt was to beat an Army and so when I had beaten an Army and two Armies more that came to their relief and won four Kingdoms in three hours I cry'd Let me see it 's a little out of my Head I cry'd I le I le Booby thou canst think of it Boob. O yes an 't like your Worship I can remember it perfectly I le I le Mackings I ha forgot it I ha dropt it upon the Road somewhere Sir Man What a Noddle hast thou thou actedst with me Boob. Ay but your Worship kill'd me before you spoke the Speech the Butler the Ploughman and I was the Army Sir Man I did not kill thee in earnest did I Let me see I le Boob. Oh now I remember single it begins with single Sir Man Oh single single it begins with single My single Sword both men and gods shall maull Oh but the next is the bravest I will kill all the World nay more than all Boob. There 's your Rowzers Sir Man There 's your Thumpers Lad. Fad Oh they have a brave ingenious way of Writing now Sir Man Oh but then the fine tender things that would make one cry you must know Aunt my Part was to be in Love with my Dary-Maid and her name was Celemena and mine was Philaster and I cry'd How does my fairest Celemena do And she cry'd Thank you my dear Philaster how do you La. Fad Very natural and soft Boob. Oh the Dary-Maid is very soft Sir Man Oh but then the two next are tender I cry'd Does my Sweet-heart me any kindness bear And she cry'd I love you dearly now I vow and swear La. Fad Very Tender Boob. Oh Mary is a very tender good natur'd Maid Sir Man Tender as an over-boil'd Chick La. Fad Very wittily comparison'd the Sence is ready to drop in pieces 't is very fit for Womens weak Stomachs Sir Man Oh but when my Maid and I came to dy I don't know why we were to dye but we dy'd mighty mournfully and then I having learnt to sing I groan'd so Musically I dy'd in effaut flat Oh cry'd I La. Fad Oh that was sweet Sir Man Oh but then the Similies I love the Similies dearly to see two Heroes or two Armies go to it as formerly with Sword and Buckler so now with Sword and Simile Simele and Sword Hack-slash Slash-hack for you must know a Simile serves instead of a Buckler for if a Man be ready to strike another if t'other up's with a Simile he can't strike till the Simile's gone La. Fad Oh they have a fine way Sir Man Ay and then they have such plenty of Similies you shall have a Play stuck as full of Similies as a Countrey Garden of Flowers you may gather Posies o'Similies La. Fad Wittily said again stuck full o'Similes and Poesies of Similies I swear thy Head is as full of Similies as the Plays are Sir Man Oh Sir a witty man's Head is a Similies Bed and breeds Similies as fast as an Oysterbed breeds Oysters La. Fad Witty again he has strange parts Sir Man And then they have the finest odd out of the way Similies Similies that are most commonly no Similies at all as now speaking of a Ladies bright Eyes says one How do the nimble Glories of her Eye Frisk and Curvett and swifily gallop by There 's a fine comparison to compare a Ladies Eye to a Horse La. Fad Ay and Nimble is a fine odd out of the way Epithete for Glories Nimble Glories Well dear Chuck how camest thou by all this admirable and as I may say Nimble Knowledge Sir Man You must know I had a couple of gallant Gentile Blades lay at my House that were Great Men in London here they are call'd Critwiques and they taught me the finest things La. Fad Oh the Critiques are Great Men indeed they make Poets as fraid of them as a Lion is of a Cock. Sir Man Some say that is not at all La Fad An old Lion it may be is not nor an old Poet of a Critique but your new Poets are so afraid of them that if a Critique Crows they are ready to faint away Sir Man Is' t possible could not one buy a Criticks Place Boob. Pray your Worship do and let me be your Clark La. Fad Buy alass thou mayst Judge and Critick for thy half Crown as much as thou wilt Sir Man That 's a pittiful Place if one can buy it for half a Crown Boob. Oh but the Clark may get Money though La. Fad 'T is not Money but Wit makes a Man a Critique Sir Man Then I am a Critique already Boob. Oh brave then I am a Clark La. Fad Well dear Flesh and Bloud o' mine let me imbrace thee that I may say I have my Arm full of Wit thou art a Bridgroom for a Princess how wilt thou honour my Education well hast thou brought up any Clothes to be Married in Sir Man My Portmantle full La. Fad Go and adorn thy self with all speed whilst I prepare for the same affair for I am to be Married as well as thy self Sir Man Is' t possible Enter Bridget Bridg. Andrew Madam has been at Sir Thomas Rash's and can hear no tidings neither of Sir Thomas nor Madam Christina Madam Christina lay out all night and is not come home since Sir Thomas is gone somewhere in a great
Lord why are not you my Lord Buck L. Dry. No nor my Lord Doe neither Merry What a Raskal was the Porter to tell me this waâ— the Lord Bucks L. Dry. What a Raskal was you sirrah to come to troublâ— Betty Begone my Lord 's jealous Exit Merry and grows into Choller if he grows out of humour our Plot 's spoil'd To Ramble Ramb. Well Madam enough for once L. Dry. Yes Sir and too much Ramb. To morrow I will wait on you again L. Dry. I shall desire your Pardon you have done enough too much at this time to come here any more Betty How no more what shall he not finish my Picture L. Dry. You mean my Picture 't is you that sit but 't is my Picture that must be Drawn and in an ugly shape too Enter Lady Faddle La. Fad How now what is this noise fye my Lord Drybone out upon thee wilt thou never let this poor Creature have any rest I swear I wonder she will live with thee what 's the matter Frisky Betty Here 's a noble Gentleman has done me the honor to begin my Picture and my Lord turns him away uncivilly and won't let him compleat his Work L. Dry. I know what Work you would have him compleat stay let me see I will make an experiment shew me your Work before you go let me see how I like it Ramb. Alass my Lord at present it is but rude you can see nothing four days hence something will appear L. Dry. Let me see it as it is Sir Ramble gives him the Picture what a Devil of a Face is this Ramb. Alass it is but but a Pox on me for not looking on some Book to get the terms Aside it is but departed Colours L. Dry. Departed Colours what are those dead Colours you would say I believe Ramb. Ay dead Colours the other is a term Gentlemen use L. Dry Ay such a Gentleman as you are but Sir can this ever be a Face Ram. A most beautiful one when my Pencil has lickt it L. Dry. Lickt it ay indeed it is more like a Bears Cubb than a Face Ramb. It is a way of Drawing I have L. Dry. Is it Sir pray if you please let that door be your way at present and pray let my House be never in your way of Drawing any more come in Betty I 'le talk with Draw-well for this trick Exit Lord Drybone and Betty La. Fad This Gentleman a Picture-Drawer I swear he is the handsomest Picture-Drawer that ever I saw Hold Sir pray a word with you Ramb. Madam I am commanded hence La. Fad Sir I have Empire enough here to Reprieve you at least for a moment and you shall stay Sir I understand you Draw Pictures and so handsome a Picture-Drawer must needs draw very handsome Pictures what ever my Lord Drybone says Ramble When I Draw yours Madam I cannot do otherwise La. Fad I swear an incomparable well bred Man Noble Sir you have Drawn your own Portraicture in most Gentile Colours that I am extreamly ambitious to have mine Drawn by so delicate a hand Ramb. Madam my Hand is unworthy of that Honor your Picture deserves rather to be Drawn in a Coach and Six Horses in Triumph round the Town La. Fad I swear that is very witty and surprizing Sir you now more and more inflame me with an Ardent desire to taste of your skill I will not rest till obtain the Felicity Ramb. My Pencil will be proud of the Glory how shall I be rid of this impertinent Woman Aside Enter Siss whispers Ramble Siss Sir my Lady is extreamly troubled and ashamed my Lord has Treated you thus uncivilly by good luck my Lord is just now call'd out about an extraordinary affair and will not be back these three hours she so extreamly desires to have her Picture drawn by you that if you will step down she will meet you at the door and go and sit for an hour in any place you shall think convenient Ramb. Most excellent Creature I adore thee for thy Message were I on a Precipiece I would leap down to such an invitation I will disintangle my self from Madam Impertinence that hooks her self to me and be at the door in an instant Madam an affair of consequence calls me away Exit Siss my Pencils my Oistershells my brightest Colours the exactest motion of my Hand and the best of my skill shall always attend your fair Phisiognomy Your Ladyships most humble Servant and Picture-Drawer Exit Ramble La. Fad The Top the Cream the Flower the Quintescence of Wit and Ingenuity his harmonious Tongue has left a tang a relish of a Passion behind it I swear I feel a little Palpitation I shall not be at repose till I commence my Intrigue and oh my brutish and obtuse memory I have forgot to ask him what happy place he honours with his abode but now I think on 't Frisky can lend me the knowledge I will run with speed and borrow it of her Exit La. Fad Enter Ramble and Betty Frisque Vizarded The Scene the Street before Rambles Lodging Ramb. Heaven be prais'd we are safe at the place of Battle this is my Lodging in in my Dear my Sweet Betty Hold Sir I have honourably walk'd with you into the Field but now I 'le Article with you Ramb. I abhor the word it has been lately mischievous to me and I will not hear it Enter a Woman Vizarded as out of Ramb. Lodgings Woman Oh Mr. Ramble are you come I have been waiting for my Picture this hour Ramb. Oh curse on my memory I forgot this Assignation I have such bundles of Billets Doux that I must keep a Clark to enter them in a Journal Dear Madam I beg your pardon I was pre-ingag'd to a Person of Honor and I quite forgot come an hour hence and I will not fail you Exit Enter to them a Second Woman Se. Wo. So Mr. Ramble you serve me finely I have been staying for my Picture these two hours and here you promise 'em to Flirts here is a Flirt newly gone out has kept me prisoner in a Closet this hour I was so fraid to be seen for fear of my Honour Ramb. Oh dear Madam 2 Wo. No Sir I scorn to fit if you draw the Pictures of every Flirt Betty So Sir but oh I am ruin'd my Lady Faddle's coming whither shall I run she will know me by my Clothes Ramb. In in dear Madam Betty and Ramble strive to run in Betty gets in but La. Faddle catches Ramble this Disease has fasten'd on me how shall I be cur'd of her what an unlucky Rogue am I in my Amours La. Fad Have I found you Sir this is fortunate I will not part with you till I obtain the Glory to be decipher'd by your ingenious hand Ramb. Oh Madam what Apelles is fit for so great a Work you are so admirably Painted La. Fad Not at all Sir you are misinform'd I onely use a little Red