Love's a lottery and a woman the prize with a new masque call'd Love and riches reconcil'd : as it was acted by His Majesties servants at the theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
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- Love's a lottery and a woman the prize with a new masque call'd Love and riches reconcil'd : as it was acted by His Majesties servants at the theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
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- Harris, Joseph, ca. 1650-ca. 1715.
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- 1699.
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Troth, Madam, you are like the Man that believ'd himself no Cuck∣old, because his Wife said so—But were my Case as yours, I'de trust neither Father nor Mother, Brother nor Sister, Uncle nor Aunt; no, nor ne're a Trick-well, or Lottery in the World—I'de make sure of the main chance, Marry the Man I like, and take my pleasure, and then trust Fortune, as Usurers do their Debtors—Poor Souls! 'tis a hard case when two Lo∣vers lie Parent-bound—But I'le e'en leave 'em together; perhaps, when they're alone they may take one another's Word.
Well, Clitander, I have discours'd my Father since I saw you, and he's mightily pleas'd to hear your Uncle lies a dying.
Ay, ay: Your Father's like all the rest of the World; now he smells an Estate, he's willing I shou'd have his Daughter—As if 'twere not better to Marry his Daughter to an honest reclaim'd Gentleman with a small Estate, rather than to a Wild extravagant Spark with a great one; that is resolv'd to sell all he has; and so the poor Wife comes home again to earn her living by stitching to the Sempstresses shops. The remembrance of a short plenty, is but a light weight to ballance the suffering of a long Life in penury and want.
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'Tis your modesty, Sir, to say so; for I assure you, the whole Town rings of you, as if you were the unknown Author of the whole Duty of Man.
Pshaw, Pshaw, Madam, naw, naw, 'tis your pleasure to say so, Ma∣dam, but let that pass—
Troth this is a very pretty House— I swear I saw just such another, when I was at Rome— Was it built in this City, Madam?Page 14
Aerial, to denote the variety and sublimity of their Inclinations; and Aethe∣rial, to signifie the Beauty and Graces, both of their Minds and Bodies.
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And was it not a most stupendious Invention, to make a Saddle amble upon the back of a trotting Horse? And was it not, moreover, most transcendent∣ly found out, to tap both sides of a Man's Ribbs, and whilst his own Blood spun out of one side, to infuse a Rivolet of sheeps Blood into the other? A miraculous supply of Natures vacuum! And all this, that a Man might never want any other Cloathing, than the Wool of his own growth.
I my self, by computing the Mites in the Liver of a Cod-fish, found out the full number of all the Men, Women, and Children, alive at one time in the World.
I never measure things by Inches and Feet as the vulgar, but by something ex∣traordinary! as the skips of a Flea—
As for Example, instead of saying England is so many Miles long or broad, I only say, England is so many skips of a Flea broad or long.
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He sets up, and pretends to be a Licens'd Physician, but is, at the best, but an Impudent Mountebank—You'l hear presently by his Rodomontades, what he is.
Gentlemen, I find you don't know me—'Tis very strange ye shou'd not have heard of the Never born Doctor—Nay, 'tis very true, I assure ye; for I was dissected from my Mother's Womb, and commenced Do∣ctor before I came into the World—My Art and Experience, since that, has stretch'd my Fame throughout the wide Universe, especially in China, where I perform'd a very strange and wonderful Operation indeed—Which was this, a certain Emperour that was newly dead when I came there—What d'ye call him? Let me see—. Pugh, I can't think of his Name now—. He that I did the great Cure on that I told you of just now—Ye have all hear'd on't I'me sure.
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Why I took his Head that had been sever'd from his Body, and buryed a whole Fortnight, and set it on his Shoulders again, and made him as brisk and lively, as e're I saw him in all my life—
And yet to think that I should n't remember his Name— Oh, I have it now—Ay, ay, a Pox on't, Prester John, 'twas he i'faith—I might have had his Daughter, if I had not been a Fool, and have liv d like a Prince all the Days of my Life—Nay, perhaps I might have inherited the Crown after his Death—But a pox on't, her Lips were too thick for me—And that I should n't think of Prester John!
Ay, ay, Gentlemen, I have done Cures beyond Sea that won't be believ'd in England.
Very likely, Sir, and Cures in England that won't be believ'd beyond Sea, nor here perhaps neither; for, in this respect, half the World are Insidels.
The Great Turk can witness the truth of what I say, tho'; for I'm sure the Eyes that he has in his Head, are of my making.
Why, you won't believe it, but I'le tell you, Gentlemen, and 'tis matter of fact, I cur'd the late King of Poland's Uncle of a Wart on his Nose, as big as a Turky-Egg; and Bethlem Gaber of a Ring-worm.
The one with raw Beef, and the other with some of Harbins's Roy∣al shining Ink, I suppose.
Pox of your Old Wives Receipts and Medicins; the worst of my Ingredients is an Unicorn's Horn, or a Bezar's stone—
Raw Beef and Harbins's Ink, quotha.No, no, such a wonderful, a wonderful Cure, cou'd not have been done without Green sawce, or an Oat-meal Poultice at least.
In the last Siege of Namur, I gave a certain French Lady that the Governour had a particular kindness for, an admirable Receipt, to keep her Linnen from being Animated, tho' she didn't shift her self for a whole Twelve-month.
Why, Sir, there was never a Man in all the Kingdom of Fez, or Morocco, either French, Spanish, or Italian Doctors, but my self, that wou'd, or durst undertake to cure that Emperour of his Corns; but I did, and after that, I drank a Health to him.
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As I was travelling with a dear Friend of mine in the Canibal's Country, un∣fortunately one Day we lost Company—Well, a while after I happen'd to fall into the hands of about Threescore or Fourscore devouring Monsters, that were feeding on my Friends Body; in short, they had eaten the better half of him—Well, you must needs imagine that I was not a little con∣cern'd at his misfortune (or rather mine) having lost so dear and worthy a Companion—Now, what did me I, but immediately bethought me of a Powder that I had about me—I put it into their Wine, which they had no sooner drunk of, but they presently disgorg'd their Stomachs, and fell asleep—I watched my opportunity, and with all dexterity, gather'd up the miserable morsels of my Friend, and plac'd 'em together—And upon my word, in less than half an hour, I restor'd him to as perfect Life, Health and Strength, as e're I saw him since I was born, and if he were here now, he'd tell ye the same.
Madam, my Master desires the Company to come into the Hall, where they are beginning to draw the Lottery.