Sir Antony Love, or, The rambling lady a comedy as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal by Their Majesties servants / written by Tho. Southerne.

SCENE I.

Waitwell disguis'd, with Sir Gentle Golding.

Wait.

SIR Antony not being able to wait upon you in Person, as design'd, has desir'd me his Friend—

Sir Gent.

Sir, your most humble Servant.

Wait.

To shew you the way.

Sir Gent.

I'll shew my good Breeding, and follow you.

Wait.

The Lady is at present in private; when she has dispatch'd her own Bu∣siness, she'll be ready for yours.

Sir Gent.

Then she's a Woman of Business.

Wait.

And of Dispatch too, Sir: If you love Pictures, there's a Gallery will take up your Thoughts till the Lady's at leisure to employ 'em better. I'll let her know you're here.

Exit.

Sir Gent.

How Ceremony disguises any thing! I can't take this civil Gentle∣man for a Pimp, tho' I have Occasion for him; nor this House for a Bawdy∣house, tho' I have a mind to make it one. Wou'd Sir Antony were here, to

encourage me with his Impudence: When I have Company to halloo me, I can fasten like a Bull-Dog. But I have a villanous Suspicion, that when I see this Lady, I shall take her for a civil Gentlewoman; a buse her, away, she does not deserve; think too well of her, and loose my labour.

Exit.