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.

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Title: 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.
Author: Southerne, Thomas, 1660-1746.
Publication: London :: Printed for R. Wellington ...,; MDCXCVIII [1698]
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SCENE I.

Ilford in a Priest's Habit, between Sir Antony and Volante: Sir An∣tony leads her to the Door: Ilford dresses himself in his own Cloaths.

Sir Ant.

NOw you have done the Office of a Father to the Lady, you may do the Office of a Friend to me, and go to bed to her. I can do no more than give you an Opportunity; but if you don't employ it to her advantage, she'll never rely upon you, to improve another to your own.

Ilf.

I never deserve another, if I don't make use of this.

Sir Ant.

There's no Ceremony to make the Bride coy, in going to bed; she came in an Undress, as loose as her Wishes; and being under the impediment of but two Pins, I warrant she's in Expectation already.

Ilf.

She shant expect long.

Sir Ant.

There she is; kiss my Wife and welcome. She won't cry out, for her own sake, till 'tis too late to discover it for mine.

Ilf.

If she shou'd, I think the Castle's our own.

Sir Ant.

I leave you to your Fortune; I am going to seek mine in another Adventure.

Exit.

Ilf.

You have made my Fortune here.

Exit.