Volume Iii Part 9 (2/2)

_Bel_. Since you will have it so.

_Lord_. Come, follow me then, and you shall be both pleas'd.

_Bel_. Oh my _Celinda_!--

_To preserve thee, what is't I wou'd not do?

Forfeit my Heaven, nay more, I forfeit you_.

[_Exit_.

SCENE V. _The Street_.

_Enter Sir_ Timothy Tawdrey, Sham _and_ Sharp.

Sir _Tim_. Now, _Sham_, art not thou a d.a.m.n'd lying Rogue, to make me saunter up and down the _Mall_ all this Morning, after a Woman that thou know'st in thy Conscience was not likely to be there?

_Sham_. Why, Sir--if her Maid will be a jilting Wh.o.r.e, how can I help it?--_Sharp_, thou know'st we presented her handsomly, and she protested she'd do't.

_Sharp_. Ay, ay, Sir: But the Devil a Maid we saw. [_Aside_.

_Sham_. Sir, it may be Things have so fallen out, that she could not possibly come.

Sir _Tim_. Things! a Pox of your Tricks--Well, I see there's no trusting a poor Devil--Well, what Device will your Rogues.h.i.+p find out to cheat me next?

_Sham_. Prithee help me out at a dead lift, _Sharp_. [_Aside_.

_Sharp_. Cheat you, Sir!--if I ben't reveng'd on this She-Counsellor of the Patching and Painting, this Letter-in of Midnight Lovers, this Receiver of Bribes for stol'n Pleasures; may I be condemn'd never to make love to any thing of higher Quality.

Sir _Tim_. Nay, nay, no threatning, _Sharp_; it may be she's innocent yet--Give her t'other Bribe, and try what that will do.

[_Gives him Money_.

_Sham_. No, Sir, I'll have no more to do with frail Woman, in this Case; I have a surer way to do your Business.

_Enter_ Page _with a Letter_.

Sir _Tim_. Is not that _Bellmour's_ Page?

_Sharp_. It is, Sir.

Sir _Tim_. By Fortune, the Rogue's looking for me; he has a Challenge in his hand too.

_Sham_. No matter, Sir, huff it out.

Sir _Tim_. Prithee do thee huff him, thou know'st the way on't.

_Sham_. What's your Bus'ness with Sir _Timothy_, Sir?

_Page_. Mine, Sir, I don't know the Gentleman; pray which is he?

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