Volume Iv Part 110 (1/2)

_Oliv._ But this is a Maid, Sir.

_Wel._ Worse still! At every turn she's raving on her Honour; then if she have a Kinsman, or a Brother, I must be challeng'd.

_Oliv._ Sir, you mistake, my Lady is for Matrimony.

_Wel._ How!

_Oliv._ You have not forsworn it, I hope.

_Wel._ Not so--but--

_Oliv._ If a Lady, young and handsom, and Ten Thousand Pounds--

_Wel._ Nay, I am not positive--

Enter Sir _Morgan_, and Sir _Merlin_, drunk, singing.

_Wise c.o.xcombs be d.a.m.n'd, here's a health to the Man, That since Life is but short, lives as long as he can._

Sir _Morg._ Where is my Lady _Mirtilla_, Rogues?

Sir _Mer._ And my Mistress, Rascals? For we are resolv'd to shew our selves in Triumph to our Wives and Mistresses.

L. _Youth._ Your Mistress, Sir _Merlin_? mistake not your Mark.

Sir _Mer._ Ha! Art thou there, old Cathedral? Why, thou look'st as magnificiently as old Queen _Bess_ in the _Westminster_-Cupboard.

Sir _Morg._ Lookye as de see, when _Adam_ wore a Beard, she was in her Prime, or so, de see.

[Sings.

L. _Youth._ Sir, you are a saucy _Jack_, and your Father shall correct you.

Sir _Mer._ My Father! my Father's an old Toast, de see; and I hope to see him hang'd.

Sir _Row._ Here's a Heathen-Christian! see his Father hang'd!

Sir _Mer._ Ay, hang'd, and all the old Fathers in _Christendom_. Why, what a Pox shou'd Fathers trouble the World for? when I come to reign in Parliament, I will enact it Felony, for any Father to have so little Grace to live, that has a Son at Years of Discretion.

Sir _Row._ A d.a.m.n'd Rogue, I'll disinherit him immediately.

L. _Blun._ Is it so great a Crime, Brother, for a Gentleman to be drunk?

Sir _Mer._ You lye like a Son of a Wh.o.r.e--I have been drinking Confusion to all the Fathers and Husbands in _England_.

Sir _Morg._ How, Sir, Confusion to Husbands! Look ye, de see, Sir, swallow me that Word, or I'll make you deposit all the conjugal Wine you have drunk.

Sir _Mer._ I deposit all your Wine! Sirrah, you're a Blunderbuss.

Sir _Morg._ Sirrah, you are a diminutive Bully.

Sir _Mer._ Sirrah, you're the Wh.o.r.e of _Babylon_, and I defy you.