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ACT IV. SCENE IV. Moor-Fields.
OH, Mr. Trulove! you're as welcome as unexpected; I've had you once or twice in view, but I never, 'fore this, could give you the Turn.
Like enough; for I've so cunning a Sportsman to deal with, that I am fain to cross double, and use all the Subtilties I can imagine, least he should unearth me, and cast me out to the Hounds. Nay lately, when (as I after heard) it was you that was coming to assist me in capitulating with that same Rascal Jonathan, your very Tread struck me into such a Pannick Fear, that in a manner, nolens volens, I was fain to scamper and take to Covert—
In your Mistress's Apartment, I suppose.
You may; I need make no Secret on't to you. You unharbour'd a Doe, I hear, that's like to give you sufficient Sport without poaching in my Pur∣lieus.
Doe, dost call her? S'bud, hadst but seen her, when instead of flying end-ways, with what Resolution she stood at bay, I gad, you'd have rather taken her for a Sangler—But I expect that shortly will make her gentle, if any thing can do it.
Fie! 'tis unmanly, I'd almost said, dishonest, to win a Lady by Com∣pulsion.
Nay, prithee, none of thy nice Moralities, and Punctilio's of Honour. Pox on 'em, they have undone more Gentlemen than Drinking, Dicing, Drab∣bing, and all the other expencely Pastime of the Town together— Take your own Conrse, leave me to mine, it shall be as Honourable as Safety will per∣mit. S'life! see here they come; Fortune for me this once I beseech thee.
Servant, Gentlemen. Come in, come in, Damsels, here are your Knight-Errants,
So lie thee there, my Charge. Pray, Masters, remember the Porter.
Ay, ay; here, here.
Gold! by the Cap of Maintenance— Now to you Gentle∣men, for I suppose you'd be the Joint-Purchasers; tho', now I think on't, I'd best expose 'em by way of Auction.
Pray, Sir, do so much as give my Master a Call, perhaps he may have a mind to some of 'em.
Come, my Jonathan, prithee no Delays, slip not the Opportunity; for the Goods, now they're once expos'd to Sale, may perhaps not serve my Master's Turn so well.
I know that, you Jade; but I've two Ends to tantalize him, Lucre and Revenge, the two Idols of your Heathenish Sex.
Well, Gentlemen, what say you to the Matter? —
What, unsight, unseen?
O, Madam, there's a whole Farrow of Pigs in the Poke, fat ones, I' faith, I'll secure you that. Well, Sirs, some few Hundreds, or so, you may spare, for I would be easie; I'm not for extorting, not I, upon Honour.