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Mrs. Mech. Do you propose to consummate
your nuptials ?
Z. Fun. That's a pretty question, indeed.
Mrs. Mech. You have no objection then to paying the penalty, the contract here that Mr. Harpy has drawn.
2. Fun. The contract, hey, brother Isaac. 1. Fun. Let me see it.
Mrs. Mech. Soft you there, mý maker of candles, it is as well where it is; but you need not doubt of its goodness: I promise you the best advice has been taken.
Z. Fun. What a damned fiend, what a harpy!
Mrs. Mech. And why so, my good master Fungus ; is it because I have practised that trade by retail which you have carried on in the gross? What injury do I do the world ? I feed on their follies, 'tis true; and the game, the plunder, is fair ; but the fangs of you and your tribe,
A whole people have
for ages will feel : To their candour and justice I make my appeal ; Tho' a poor humble scourge in a national cause, As I trust I deserve, I demand your applause.
THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
FRANCIS SEYMOUR CONWAY,
EARL OF HERTFORD,
LORD CHAMBERLAIN OF
HIS MAJESTY'S HOUSHOLD,
POLITENESS AND CANDOUR
OWES EVERY ACKNOWLEDGMENT,
THIS COMEDY IS
MOST OBEDIENT SERVANT,