Volume I Part 47 (1/2)

_Giant._ I doubt you'll scarce secure me from that Fear, who court my Fortune, not my Beauty.

_Feth._ Hu, how scornful she is, I'll warrant you-- why I must confess, your Person is something heroical and masculine, but I protest to your Highness, I love and honour ye.

_Dwarf._ Prithee, Sister, be not so coy, I like my Lover well enough; and if Seignior Mountebank keep his Word in making us of reasonable Proportions, I think the Gentlemen may serve for Husbands.

_s.h.i.+ft._ Dissemble, or you betray your Love for us.

[Aside to the Giant.

_Giant._ And if he do keep his Word, I should make a better Choice, not that I would change this n.o.ble Frame of mine, cou'd I but meet my Match, and keep up the first Race of Man intire: But since this scanty World affords none such, I to be happy, must be new created, and then shall expect a wiser Lover.

_Feth._ Why, what a peevish t.i.tt's this; nay, look ye, Madam, as for that matter, your Extraordinariness may do what you please-- but 'tis not done like a Monster of Honour, when a Man has set his Heart upon you, to cast him off-- Therefore I hope you'll pity a despairing Lover, and cast down an Eye of Consolation upon me; for I vow, most Amazonian Princess, I love ye as if Heaven and Earth wou'd come together.

_Dwarf._ My Sister will do much, I'm sure, to save the Man that loves her so pa.s.sionately-- she has a Heart.

_Feth._ And a swinger 'tis-- 'Sbud-- she moves like the Royal Sovereign, and is as long a tacking about.

[Aside.

_Giant._ Then your Religion, Sir.

_Feth._ Nay, as for that, Madam, we are _English_, a Nation I thank G.o.d, that stand as little upon Religion as any Nation under the Sun, unless it be in Contradiction; and at this time have so many amongst us, a Man knows not which to turn his Hand to-- neither will I stand with your Hugeness for a small matter of Faith or so-- Religion shall shall break no squares.

_Dwarf._ I hope, Sir, you are of your Friend's Opinion.

_Blunt._ My little Spark of a Diamond, I am, I was born a _Jew_, with an Aversion to Swines Flesh.

_Dwarf._ Well, Sir, I shall hasten Seignior Doctor to compleat my Beauty, by some small Addition, to appear the more grateful to you.

_Blunt._ Lady, do not trouble your self with transitory Parts, 'Dshartlikins thou'rt as handsom as needs be for a Wife.

_Dwarf._ A little taller, Seignior, wou'd not do amiss, my younger Sister has got so much the Start of me.

_Blunt._ In troth she has, and now I think on't, a little taller wou'd do well for Propagation; I should be both the Posterity of the antient Family of the _Blunts_ of _Ess.e.x_ should dwindle into Pigmies or Fairies.

_Giant._ Well, Seigniors, since you come with our Uncle's liking, we give ye leave to hope, hope-- and be happy-- [They go out with _Harlequin_.

_Feth._ Egad, and that's great and gracious--

Enter _Willmore_ and an Operator.

_Will._ Well, Gentlemen, and how like you the Ladies?

_Blunt._ Faith, well enough for the first Course, Sir.

_Will._ The Uncle, by my indeavour, is intirely yours-- but whilst the Baths are preparing,'twould be well if you would think of what Age, Shape, and Complexion you would have your Ladies form'd in.

_Feth._ Why, may we chuse, Mr. Doctor?

_Will._ What Beauties you please.

_Feth._ Then will I have my Giant, _Ned_, just such another Gentlewoman as I saw at Church to day-- and about some fifteen.