The comical revenge, or, Love in a tub acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields.

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The comical revenge, or, Love in a tub acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
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Etherege, George, Sir, 1635?-1691.
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London :: Printed for Henry Herringman, and are to be sold at his shop ...,
1664.
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SCEN. IV.
Scene, Sir Frederick's Lodging.
Enter Dufoy, and Clark.
Clark.
I wonder Sir Frederick stays out so late.
Dufoy.
Dis is noting; six, seven a clock in de morning Is ver good houre.
Clark.
I hope he does not use these hours often.
Dufoy.
Some six, seven time a veeke; no oftiner.
Clark.
My Lord commanded me to wait his coming.
Dufoy.
Matré Clark, to divertise you, I vil tell you How I did get be acquainted vid dis bedlam Matre. About two, tree year ago me had for my conveniance
Enter a Foot-boy.
Dischargé my self from attending as Matré D'ostel to A person of Condition in Parie; it hapen after de Dispatch of my littel affairé—
Foot-b.
That is, after h'ad spent his money, Sir.
Dufoy.
Jan foutré de Lacque; me vil have de Vip And de Belle vor your breeck, Rogue.
Foot-b.
Sir, in a word, he was Iack-pudding to a Mountebank, And turn'd off for want of wit; my Master pick'd him Up before a Puppit-show, mumbling a half-penny Custard, to send him with a Letter to the Post.
Dufoy.
Morbleu, see, see de insolance of de Foot-boy English, Bogre Rascale, you lye, begar I vil cutté your troaté.
Exit Foot-boy.
Clark.
He's a Rogue; on with your story, Monsieur.
Dufoy.
Matré Clark, I am your ver humble Serviture; but Begar me have no patience to be abusé. As I did say, After De dispatché of my affa••••é van day being Idelé, vich Does producé de Mellanchollique, I did valké over De new Bridge in Parie, and to devertise de time, And my more serious toughé, me did look to see

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De Marrioneté and de Jack-puddingé, vich Did play hundred pretty triké, time de Collation vas come; and vor I had no companie, I vas Unvilling to go to de Cabareté, but did buy a Darriolé, Little Custardé vich did satisfie my apetite ver vel: In dis time young Mounfieur de Grandvil (a Jentelman Of ver great Quallity, van dat vas my ver good Friendé, And has don me ver great and insignal faveure) Come by in his Caroché, vid dis Sir Frollick, who did Pention at de same Academy, to learn de Language, de bon mine, de great horse, and Many oder triké; Monsieur seeing me did Make de bowé, and did beken, beken me come To him; he did tellé me dat de Englis Jentelman Had de Letré vor de Posté, and did entreaté Me (if I had de oppertunity) to see de Letré Deliver; he did tellé me too, it vold be ver great Obligation: de memory of de faveur I had Receive from his Famelyé, beside de inclination I Naturally have to servé de strangeré, made me Retourné de complemen vid ver great civility, And so I did take de Letré, and see it deliveré. Sir Frollick perceiving (by de managment of dis Affairé) dat I vas man d'esprit, and of vitté, did Entreaté me to be his Serviteur; me did take D'affection to his Personé, and vas contentê to live Vid him, to counsel and to advisé him. You see Now de lye of de Bougre dé Lacque Englishé, Morbleu.
Enter a Foot-man.
Foot-m.
Monsieur, the Apothecary is without.
Dufoy.
Dat news be no ver velcome, begar. Matré Clarke, go and sit you down; I vil but swal My breakface, and be vid you again present. Morbleu L' apothecaré.
Exeunt.
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