Viz. But pray,

travels.

Sir Harry, tell us fome news of your

Wild. With all my heart.-You must know then, I went over to Amfterdam in a Dutch fhip: I there had a Dutch whore for five ftivers. I went from thence to Landen, where I was heartily drub'd in the battle with the but-end of a Swiss mufket. I thence went to Paris, where I had half a dozen intrigues, bought half a dozen new fuits, fought a couple of duels, and here I am again in ftatu quo.

Viz. But we heard that you defign'd to make the tour of Italy; what brought you back fo foon?

Wild. That which brought you into the world, and may perhaps carry you out of it; a woman.

Stand. What! quit the pleasures of travel for a woman!

Wild. Ay, colonel, for fuch a woman! I had rather fee her Ruelle than the palace of Lewis le Grand: there's more glory in her fmile, than in the Jubilee at Rome; and I wou'd rather kifs her hand, than the Pope's toe.

Viz. You, colonel, have been very lavish in the beauty and virtue of your mistrefs; and Sir Harry here has been no lefs eloquent in the praise of his. Now will I lay you both ten guineas a-piece, that neither of them is fo pretty, fo witty, or fo virtuous, as mine. Stand. 'Tis done.

Wild. I'll double the ftakes-But, gentlemen, now I think on't, how fhall we be refolv'd? For I know not where my mistress may be found; fhe left Paris about a month before me, and I had an account

Stand. How, fir! left Paris about a month before you?

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Wild. Yes, fir, and I had an account that the lodg'd fomewhere in St. James's.

Viz. How! fomewhere in St. James's, fay you? Wild. Ay, fir, but I know not where, and perhaps mayn't find her this fortnight.

Stand. Her name, pray, Sir Harry.

Viz. Ay, ay, her name; perhaps we know her.

Wild, Her name! ay,

he has the foftest,

whiteft hand that e'er was made of flesh and blood;

her lips fo balmy sweet

Stand

Stand. But her name, fir.

Wild. Then her neck and breast;--her breasts do

fo heave, fo heave.

Viz. But her name, Sir; her quality.

• Wild. Then her fhape, colonel !'
Stand. But her name I want, fir.

Wild. Then her eyes, Vizard!

[Singing.

Stand. Pfhaw, Sir Harry, her name, or nothing. Wild. Then if you must have it, fhe's call'd'the lady But then her foot, gentlemen; fhe dances to a miracle. Vizard, you have certainly loft your wager. Viz. Why, you have certainly loft your fenfes; we fhall never difcover the picture, unless you fubfcribe the name.

Wild. Then her name is Lurewell.

Stand. 'Sdeath, my mistress.

Viz. My miftrefs, by Jupiter.

Wild. Do you know her, gentlemen?

Stand. I have seen her, fir.

[Afide

[Afide

Wild. Can't tell where the lodges? Tell me, dear colonel.

Stand. Your humble fervant, fir.

[Exit Stand. Wild. Nay, hold, colonel; I'll follow you, and will know.

[Runs out. Viz. The lady Lurewell, his miftrefs! he loves her: but she loves me.-But he's a baronet, and I plain Vizard; he has a coach and fix, and I walk on foot I was bred in London, and he in Paris. That very circumftance has murder'd memust be laid to divert his pretenfions. Re-enter Wildair.

then fome ftratagem

Wild. Prithee, Dick, what makes the colonel fo out of humour ?

Viz. Because he's out of pay, I fuppofe.

Wild. 'Slife, that's true; I was beginning to mistrust fome rivalship in the cafe.

Viz. And fuppofe there were, you know the colonel can fight, Sir Harry.

Wild. Fight! pfhaw! but he can't dance, ha! he contend for a woman, Vizard! 'flife, man, if ladies were to be gain'd by fword and piftol only, what the devil fhould all we beaux do? A 6

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Viz. I'll try him farther. [Afide.] But wou'd not you, Sir Harry, fight for this woman you so much admire?

Wild. Fight! let me confider. I love her— that's true ;—but then I love honeft Sir Harry Wildair better. The lady Lurewell is divinely charming---right-but then a thrust i'th' guts, or a Middlesex jury, is as ugly as the devil.

Viz. Ay, Sir Harry, 'twere a dangerous caft for a beau baronet to he tried by a parcel of greafy, grumbling, bartering boobies, who wou'd hang you, purely because you're a gentleman.

Wild. Ay, but, on t'other hand, I have money enough to bribe the rogues with: fo upon mature deliberation, I would fight for her.--But no more of her. Prithee, Vizard, can't you recommend a friend to a pretty mistress by the by, till I can find my own ? You have ftore I'm fure; you cunning poaching dogs make surer game, than we that hunt open and fair. Prithee now, good Vizard.

Viz. Let me confider a little.—Now love and revenge inspire my politics.

[Afide.

Paufes whilft Sir Harry walks finging. Wild. Pfhaw! thou'rt as long ftudying for a new mistress, as a drawer is piercing a new pipe.

Viz. I defign a new pipe for you, and wholesome wine; you'll therefore bear a little expectation. Wild. Ha! fay'ft thou, dear Vizard?

Viz. A girl of Sixteen, Sir Harry.

Wild. Now fixteen thousand bleflings light on thee.
Viz. Pretty and witty.

Wild. Ay, ay, but her name, -Vizard.

Viz. Her name! yes,

fhe has the fofteft whiteft

Hand that e'er was made of flesh and blood; her lips fo balmy fweet

Wild. Well, well, but where shall I find her, man? Viz. Find her!--but then her foot, Sir Harry ; fhe dances to a miracle.

Wild. Prithee don't distract me.

Viz. Well then, you must know, that this lady is the greatest beauty in town; her name's Angelica: the that paffes for her mother is a private bawd, and call'd

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the Lady Darling; fhe goes for a Baronet's Lady, (no difparagement to your honour, Sir Harry) I affure you. Wild. Pfhaw, hang my honour; but what street, what house?

Viz. Not so fast, Sir Harry; you must have my pafsport for your admittance, and you'll find my recommendation in a line or two will procure you very civil entertainment; I fuppofe 20 or 30 pieces handfomely plac'd, will gain the point: I'll enfure her found.

Wild. Thou dearest friend to a man in neceffity.-Here, firrah, order my coach about to St. James's; I'll walk across the Park. [To his Servant.

Enter Clincher Senior. Clinch. Here, firrah, order my coach about to St. James's, I'll walk across the Park too

Mr. Vizard, your moft devoted.

Sir [to Wildair] I admire the mode of your fhoulderknot;

Methinks it hangs very emphatically and carries an air of travel in it:

Your fword-knot too is moft ornamentally modish, and bears a foreign mien.

Gentlemen, my brother is juft arrived in town; So that being upon the wing to kiss his hands, I hope you'll pardon this abrupt departure of, Gentlemen, your moft devoted, and moft faithful humble fervant.

Wild. Prithee doft know him?

[Exit.

Viz. Know him! why it is Clincher, who was apprentice to my uncle Smuggler, the merchant in the city. Wild. What makes him fo gay?

Viz. Why he's in mourning.

Wild. In mourning!

Viz. Yes, for his father. The kind old man in Hertfordshire t'other day broke his neck a fox-hunting; The fon upon the news has broke his indentures; Whip'd from behind the counter into the fide-box, Forfwears merchandize, where he muft live by cheating, And ufurps gentility, where he muft die by raking, He keeps his coach and liveries, brace of geldings, Leafh of miftreffes,'

And now talks of nothing but wines,

Intrigues, plays, fashions, and going to the Jubilee.

Wild. Ha, ha, ha! how many pounds of pulvil must the fellow use in fweetning himself from the smell of hops and tobacco ?

Faugh-I'my conscience methought,

Like Olivia's lover, he stunk of Thames-Street.
But now for Angelica, that's her name :
We'll to the Prince's chocolate-house,

Where you shall write my pass-port. Allons.

SCENE, Lady Lurewell's Lodgings.

Lurewell and her Maid Parly.

[Exeunt.

Lure. Parly, my pocket-book-let me fee-Madrid, Venice, Paris, London!-Ay, London! they may talk what they will of the hot countries, but I find love moft fruitful under this climate-in a month's fpace have I gain'd-let me fee, Imprimis, Colonel Standard. Par. And how will your ladyship manage him?

Lure. As all foldiers fhould be manag'd; he fhall ferve me till I gain my ends, then I'll disband him. Par. But he loves you, madam.

Lure. Therefore I scorn him;

I hate all that don't love me, and flight all that do:
Would his whole deluding fex admir'd me,

Thus wou'd I flight them all.

My virgin and unwary innocence

Was wrong'd by faithless man;

But now glance eyes, plot brain, diffemble face,

Lie tongue, and be a fecond Eve to tempt, feduce, and Damn the treacherous kind.

Let me furvey my captives.

The colonel leads the van; next Mr. Vizard,

He courts me out of the Practice of Piety,

Therefore is a hypocrite;

Then Clincher, he adores me with orangerée,

And is confequently a fool;

Then my old merchant, Alderman Smuggler,

He's a compound of both;-out of which medley of lovers, if I don't make good diverfion-what d'ye think, Parly?

in

Par. I think, madam, I'm like to be very virtuous your fervice, if you teach me all those tricks that you use to your lovers.

Lure,