to a nautilus, from the Apollo Belvidere to a butterfly.

Sir WILLIAM.

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One of these infinuating, oily orators, I will get you to perfonate: for we must have the plate and jewels in our poffeffion, or they will foon fall into other hands.

Sir WILLIAM. Going, returns.

You will want materials.

SHIFT.

Oh, my drefs I can be furnish'd with in five minutes. (Exit fir Wil.) A whimsical old blade, this. I fhall laugh if his scheme mifcarries. I have a strange mind to lend it a liftnever had a greater-Pho, a damn'd unnatural connection this of mine! What have I to do with fathers and guardians! a parcel of preaching, prudent, careful, curmudgeonlydead to pleasures themfelves, and the blafters of it in othersMeré dogs in a mangerNo, no, I'll veer, tack about, open my budget to the boy, and join in a counter plot. But hold, hold, friend Stephen, fee firft how the

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land lies. Who knows whether this Germaniz'd genius has parts to comprehend, or fpirit to reward thy merit. There's danger in that, ay, marry is there. 'Egad, before I fhift the helm, I'll firft examine the coaft; and then if there be but a bold fhore and a good bottom, have a care, old Square Toes, you will meet with your match. [Exit.

Enter Sir GEORGE, LOADER, and Servant.

Sir GEORGE.

Let the martin pannels for the vis a vis be carried to Long-Acre, and the pye-balls sent to Hall's to be bitted-You will give me leave to be in your debt till the evening, Mr. Loader. I have but just enough left to discharge the baron; and we muft, you know, be punctual with him, for the credit of the country.

LOADER.

Fire him, a fnub-nos'd son of a bitch. Levant me, but he got enough last night to purchase a principality amongst his countrymen, the High-dutchians and Huffarians.

Sir GE OR GE.

You had your share, Mr. Loader.

LOADER.

Who, I! Lurch me at four, but I was mark'd to the top of your tick, by the baron,

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my dear. What, I am no cinque and quater man. Come, fhall we have a dip in the hiftory of the Four Kings, this morning?

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Sir GEORGE.

Rather too early. Befides, it is the rule abroad, never to engage a-frefh, till our old fcores are discharg'd.

LOADER.

Capot me, but thofe lads abroad are pretty fellows, let 'em fay what they will. Here, fir, they will vowel you, from father to fon, to the twentieth generation. They wou'd as foon now-a-days, pay a tradefman's bill, as a play debt. All fenfe of honour is gone, not a ftiver ftirring. They cou'd as foon raise the dead as two pounds two; nick me, but I have a great mind to tie up, and ruin the rascals-What, has Transfer been here this morning?

DICK.

I beg your honour's pardon. Mrs. Cole, from the Piazza, was here, between seven and eight.

Sir GEORGE.

An early hour for a lady of her calling.

DICK.

Mercy on me! The poor gentlewoman is mortally altered fince we us'd to lodge there, in our jaunts from Oxford; wrapt up in flannels; all over the rheumatise.

LOADER.

Ay, ay, old Moll is at her laft stake.

DICK.

She bad me fay, the juft ftopt in her way to the tabernacle; after the exhortation, fhe fays, she'll call again.

Sir GEORGE.

Exhortation! Oh, I recollect. Well, whilst they only make profelytes from that profeffion, they are heartily welcome to them. She does not mean to make me a convert?

DICK.

I believe she has fome fuch defign upon me; for the offer'd me a book of hymns, a fhilling, and a dram, to go along with her.

Sir GEORGE.

No bad fcheme, Dick. Thou haft a fine, fober, pfalm-finging countenance; and when thou hast been fome time in their trammels, may'st make as able a teacher as the best of 'em.

DICK.

Laud, fir, I want learning.

Sir GEORGE.

Oh, the fpirit, the fpirit will fupply all that Dick, never fear.

Enter for WILLIAM, as a German baron.

My dear baron, what news from the Haymarket? What fays the Florenza? Does the yield? Shall I be happy? Say yes, and command my fortune.

Sir WILLIAM.

I was never did fee fo fine a woman fince I was leave Hamburgh; dere was all de colour, all red and white, dat was quite natural; point d'artifice. Then fhe was dance and fing-I vow to heaven, I was never fee de like.

Sir GEORGE.

But how did she receive my embaffy? What hopes?