Cutter of Coleman-street.
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But scatter'd loosely by the breath that made it,
Away with it; to make it was but a Rashness,
To keep it were a Sin——— Dear Madam———
Offers agen, but she refuses, & gives him a Note
Ha! let's see this then first!
Away with it; to make it was but a Rashness,
To keep it were a Sin——— Dear Madam———
Offers agen, but she refuses, & gives him a Note
Ha! let's see this then first!
He reads.You know I have forgiven your unkind Oath to your
Father, and shall never suffer you to be perjur'd.
I come onely to let you know, that the Physician and the 'Pothecary will do this morning what we propos'd, be ready at hand, if there should be occasion for your presence, I dare not stay one minute. Farewel.
Now thousand Angels wait upon thee, Lucia,
And thousand Blessings upon all thou do'st.
Let me but kiss your hand, And I'le dismiss you.
Ah cruel father, when thou mad'st the Oath,
Thou little thought'st that thou had'st left
Exeunt.Such blessings for me out of it.
Father, and shall never suffer you to be perjur'd.
I come onely to let you know, that the Physician and the 'Pothecary will do this morning what we propos'd, be ready at hand, if there should be occasion for your presence, I dare not stay one minute. Farewel.
Now thousand Angels wait upon thee, Lucia,
And thousand Blessings upon all thou do'st.
Let me but kiss your hand, And I'le dismiss you.
Ah cruel father, when thou mad'st the Oath,
Thou little thought'st that thou had'st left
Exeunt.Such blessings for me out of it.
Scene 4.
Colonel Jolly, Will (his Man.)
Col. Jolly in an Indian Gown and Night-cap.
Joll.Give me the Pills; what said the Doctor, Will?
Col. Jolly in an Indian Gown and Night-cap.
Joll.Give me the Pills; what said the Doctor, Will?
Will.He said a great deal, Sir, but I was not Doctor enough to understand half of it.
Joll.A man may drink, he says, for all these Bawbles?
Will.He's ill advised if he give your Worship drinking Pills, for when you were drinking last together, a Fit took you to beat the Doctor, which your Worship told him was a new Disease.
Joll.He was drunk then himself first, and spoke False Latin, which becomes a Doctor worse than a beating. But he does not remember that, I hope, now?
Will.I think he does, Sir, for he says the Pills
Are to purge Black Choler!
Are to purge Black Choler!
Joll.I, Melancholy; I shall ha' need of them then, for my old Purger of Melancholy, Canary, will grow too dear for me shortly; my own Estate was sold for being with the King at Oxford. A Curse upon an old Dunce that needs must be going to Oxford at my years! My good Neighbor, I thank him, Collonel Fear-the-
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