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I tell thee, Fool, I don't wonder to see thee look with scorn on all those noble Pieces I have shown thee; for thou art young, and conse∣quently, the contempt of every thing that bears the resemblance of Antiqui∣ty, is natural to thee.
Not always, Sir, for I have known a handsome young Lady of Sixteen, throw her self into the gouty Arms of Threescore and Ten, when his Medals have been of the right stamp—But, Sir, that which vex∣es me, is to see you ruin your Estate and Fortune, by purchasing the rub∣bish of sack'd Cities, and so disable your self of providing for a Figure of your own erecting, a young handsom Daughter; yet not so young neither, but, I promise you, 'tis more than time she were well dispos'd of.
What a walking Statue of Ignorance thou art! Why I tell thee, that any one of those exquisite Pieces which I have shewn thee, is of worth sufficient to Marry her to an Earl.
Yes, if she wanted only a gilded Frame for a Husband: But, alas! the Custom now a-days is, no Money, no Matrimony—You may talk of Cupid, and his Quiver, but 'tis the God of Riches makes the Match.
I'le put no constraint upon thee, Child, yet 'tis something that will please thee, and thou may'st tell it to all the World if thou wilt.
Well, well, what is't?
Why you must know, that I have set up a Lottery.
How! a Lottery! why I hope you are not mad, that you are go∣ing thus to expose all that y'are worth, to the figgaries of Fortune.
No, no, Child, only a few Trifles that lie dead upon my Hands, that's all.