Face. And I.
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rick. I'll have no Frenchified professions, fair faces, withi designing hearts — for my sake ! keep the compact for yourI own. Face. Wench of spirit, we will ; and, as a reward for thypains, thou shalt be lady Face, or lady Subtle. Trick. Marry, come up, I trow — a wonderful catch —suppose I should be neither, .but of that hereafter — is it notnear the hour when that prince of simplicity, my sweetswain, the tobacconist, is to be here ? * Sub. It is. Face, be thou in the way, to meet and con-duct him to an audience. Face. Fear not; I'll play the gudgeon with an angler'sskill. [Exit, R.H. Sub. Why, Doll, thou hast almost as many admirers asHelen. Trick. Admirers-! if the frames were not gilded, the pic*tures would be intolerable ; as for instance — Abel Drugger,whose formality of phiz, and shallowness of scull, might fora few visits make even melancholy smile; then that cumber-some repository of ill thoughts, Sir Epicure, who batters myears with such pomposity of phrase, that I should always havea dictionary at hand to understand him; he is, for mouth-ing, the pufFd up crier of Cupid's court. Sub. He is indeed & rich subject for imposition.— Goodwench, thou art to us as a conjurer's show-cloth, to draw inthe gaping crowd ; most of the sheep are penned by thee,and we fleece them. Trick. Yes, that you do pretty handsomely — but of allmy numerous gallants, I am most troubled with Headlong,the betting, boxing blade ; and often fancy I stand in dangerof feeling personally, by way of joke, the dexterity of iiisfists. Sub. Hush ! 1 hear somebody coming — retire till occasiondemands thy presence ; and above all, remember the feignedmadness I have tangly thee for thy next interview with SirEpicure — much depends on that. - > | Trick. Fear not — he shall think me fresh slipped. from tlie» region of Moorfields. , [Exit, l.h. Su6. Now for suitable importance of look, and essentialobscurity of phrase; by which the prudeut wte «ota*&«ft&,nd the foolish are always taken in. . . * '■ ; TAB TOBACCONIST. • 5 Re-enter Face, with Abel Drugger, r.h. Face. There he is — the wonder of the world — past, pre-sent, and to come, are as familiar to him as thou art with thyown face ; there's not a fixed planet, nor even a wanderingstar, beyond his knowledge. (Apart, to Drug.)
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