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expect you in the Chaplain's Chamber, - For once, I'll add my Plot too, lec us haste to find out, and inform my Nephew; and do you, quickly as you can, bring all the Company into this Gallery. -111 expose the Scrunpet, and the Villain.
Lord Froth and Sir Paul. Ld. Froth. By Hear'as I have flept an Age—Sir Paul, what'a Clock 'is't? Past Eight, on my Conscience, my Lady's is the most inviting Couch; and a Slumber there, is the prettiest Amusement! But where's all the Company?
Sir Paul. The Company, Gads-bud, I don't know, my Lord, but here's the strangest Revolution, all turn'd topfy turyy; as I hope for Providence.
Ld. Fro:h. O Heav'ns, what's the matter? Where's my
Sir Paul. Al turn'd topfy turvy as sure as a Gun.
the Family: Your Lady's Affairs
be in a very good Pofture; I saw her go into the Garden with Mr. Brisk.
Ld. Froth. How? where, when, what to do?
Sir Panl. I suppose they have been laying their Heads together.
Ld. Froth. How?
Sir Paul. Nay, only about Poetry, I suppose, my Lord; making Couplets.
Ld. Froth. Couplets.
S CEN E XXI.
[To them] Lady Froch, Brisk. Brisk. My Lord, your humble Set vant; Sir Paul yours the finett Night!
L. Froth. My Dear, Mr. Brisk and I have been Stargazing, I don't know how long.
Sir Paul. Does it not tire your Ladyship? are not you wcary with looking up? L. Froth. Oh, no, I love it violently,
My Dear, you're melancholy.
Ld. Froth. No, my Dear; I'm but juft awake.-
Ld. Froth. I've some of my own, thank you, my
L. Froth. Well, I swear, Mr. Brisk, you understood Aftronomy like an old Egyptian.
Brisk. Not comparably to your Ladyship; you are the very Cynthia of the Skies, and Queen of Stars.
L. Eroth. That's because I have no Light, but what's by Reflexion from you, who are the Sun.
Brisk. Madam, you have Eclips'd me quite, let me perish, I can't answer that. L. Froth. No matter,
and make an Almanack together. 7
Brisk. With all my Soul, Your Lady ship has made me the Man in't already, I'm so full of the Wouads which you have given.
L. Froth, o finely taken! swear now you are even with me, O Parnassus, you have an infinite deal of Wit.
Sir Paul. So he has, Gads-bud, and so bas your Lady, hip. .
[To them] Lady Plyant, Careless, Cynthia. L. f. You tell me most surprizing things; bless me, who would ever trust a Man? O my Heart akes for fear they should be ail deceitful alike.
Care. You need not fear, Madam, you have Charms to fix Inconftancy it felf.
L. P. O dear, you make me blush.
Ld. Froth. Come, my Dear, shall we take leave of my
L. Froth. Ms. Brisk, my Coach fhall set you down.
[A great shriek from the Corner of the Stage
SCE N E XXIII.
Lord after her, like a Parfon.
Ld. T. Go, and thy own Infamy pursue thee, You ftare as you were all amazed, I don't wonder at it,
.but too soon you'll know mine, and that Woman's Shame.
SCENE, The Last.
Lord Touchwood, Lord Froth, Lady Froth, Lady Plyant
Sir Paul, Cynthia, Mellefont, Maskwell; Mellefont diso guiled in a Parson's Habit and pulling in Maskwell.
Mel. Nay, by Heav'n you shall be feen.- Careless, your Hand;
Do you hold down your Head? Yes I am your Chaplain, look in the face of your injur'd Friend ; thou Wonder of all Falfhood.
Ld. T. Are you filent, Monster?
Take him hence, for he's a Disease to my Sighr.
[Servants seize him. Care. Miracle of Ingratitude? Brisk. This is all very furprizing, let me perifh.
L. Froth. You know I told you Saturn look'd a little more angry than usual.
Ld. T. We'll think of Punishment at Leisure, but lec
Ld. T. And be each others Comfort; - Let me join your Hands. Unwearied Nights, and wishing Days attend you both; mutual Love, lafting Health, and cir. eling Joys, tread round each happy Year of your long Lives.
Let secret Villany from hence be warn'd;
E P I L O G U E,
Spoken by Mrs. Monntford.
COD) Poets bar forefee homo Plays would take,
Then they sou'd tell what Epilogues to make;