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Trade. That I will, and to the rest of my brother guardians.

Col. Wat, voor, de duyvel, heb you meer guardians ?
Trade. Only three, Mynheer.
Col. What donder heb ye myn betrocken Mynheer?

-Had Ik dat gewoeten, Ik soude eaven met you geweest syn.

Sack. But Mr. Tradelove is the principal, and he can do a great deal with the rest, sir.

Free. And he shall use his interest, I promise you, mynheer.

Trade. I will say all that ever I can think on to recommend you, mynheer; and if you please, I'll introduce you to the lady.

Col. Well, dat is waer-Maer ye must first spreken of myn to de frow, and to oudere gentlemen.

Free. Ay, that's the best way,--and then I and the Heer Van Fainwell will meet you there. Trade. I will go this moment, upon

honourYour most obedient humble servant. My speaking will do you little good, mynheer, ha ha! we have bit you, faith, ha, ha!

debt's discharged, and for the man, He has my consent to get her, if he can. [Exit.

Col. Ha, ha, ha! this was a masterpiece of contrivance, Freeman.

Free. He hugs himself with his supposed good fortune, and little thinks the luck's on our side ! come, pursue the fickle goddess while she's in the moud-Now for the Quaker,

Well-my

-but

Col. That's the hardest task.
'Of all the counterfeits perform’d by man,
A soldier makes the simplest puritan.

[Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.

Prim's House. Enter Mrs. PRIM and Mrs. LOVELY,

in Quakers' dresses, meeting.

Mrs. Prim. So, now I like thee, Anne; art thou not better without thy monstrous hoop-coat and patches ?-If Heaven should make thee so many black spots upon thy face, wou'd it not fright thee, Anne?

Mrs, Lou. If it shou'd turn your inside outward, and shew all the spots of your hypocrisy, t'would fright me worse!

Mrs. Pr. My hypocrisy! I scorn thy words, Anne, I lay no baits.

Mrs. Lov. If you did, you'd catch no fish.

Mrs. Pr. Well, well, make thy jests--but I'd have thee to know, Anne, that I cou'd have catch'd as many fish (as thou call'st them) in my time, as ever thou did'st with all thy fool-traps about thee-If ad. mirers be thy aim, thou wilt have more of them in this dress than the other-The men, take my

word forit, are more desirous to see what we are most care. ful to conceal.

Mrs. Lov. Is that the reason of your formality, Mrs. Prim: Truth will out: I ever thought, indeed, there was more design than goodness in the pinch'd cap.

Mrs. Pr. Go, thou art corrupted with reading lewd plays, and filthy romances -good for nothing but to lead youth into the high-road of fornication.Ah! I wish thou art not already too familiar with the wicked ones.

Mrs. Lov. Too familiar with the wicked ones? Pray no more of those freedoms, madam-I am familiar with none so wicked as yourself : -How dare you thus talk to me! you, you, you, unworthy woman you.

[Bursts into tears.

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Enter TRADELOVE. Trade. What, in tears, Nancy? What have you done to her, Mrs. Prim, to make her weep?

Mrs. Lov. Done to me! I admire I keep my senses among you ;-but I will rid myself of your tyranny, if there be either law or justice to be had ; -I'll force you to give me up my liberty.

Mrs. Pr. Thou hast more need to weep for thy sins, Anne-Yea, for thy manifold sins.

Mrs. Lov. Don't think that I'll be still the fool which you have made me.-No, I'll wear what I please go when and where I please and keep what company I think fit, and not what you shall direct-I will.

Trade. For my part, I do think all this

very reasonable, Mrs. Lovely—'tis fit you should have your liberty, and for that very purpose I am come.

Enter Mr. PERIWINKLE and BADIAH PRIM, with a

letter in his hand. Per. I have bought some black stockings of your husband, Mrs. Prim, but he tells me the glover's trade belongs to you; therefore I pray you look me ont five or six dozen of mourning gloves, such as are given at funerals, and send them to my house.

Ob. Pr. My friend Periwinkle has got a good wind. fall to-day-seven hundred a year.

Mrs. Pr. I wish thee joy of it, neighbour.
Trade. What, is Sir Toby dead then ?
Per. He is ! You'll take care, Mrs. Prim.
Mrs. Pr. Yea, I will, neighbour.

0b. Pr. This letter recommendeth a speaker ; 'tis from Aminadab Holdfast of Bristol ; peradventure he will be here this night; therefore, Sarah, do thou take care for his reception [Gives her the letter. Mrs. Pr. I will obey thee.

[Exit. 0b. Pr. What art thou in the dumps for, Anne? Trade. We must marry her, Mr. Prim.

06. Pr. Why truly, if we could find a husband worth having, I should be as glad to see her married as thou wouldst, neighbour.

Per. Well said, there are but few worth having.

Trade. I can recommend you a man, now, that I think you can none of you have an objection to!

Enter Sir PHILIP Modelove. Per. You recommend! Nay, whenever she marries, I'll recommend the husband

Sir Phil. What must it be, a whale or a rhinoceros, Mr. Periwinkle ? ha, ha, hal Mr. Tradelove, I have a bill upon you, [Gives him a paper] and have been seeking for you all over the town.

Trade. I'll accept it, Sir Philip, and pay it when due.

Per. He shall be none of the fops at your end of the town, with full perukes and empty skulls-nor yet any of your trading gentry, who puzzle the he. ralds to find arms for their coaches. -No, he shall be a man famous for travels, solidity, and curiosity ;

one who has searched into the profundity of nature! When Heaven shall direct such a one, he shall have my consent, because it may turn to the be. nefit of mankind.

Mrs. Lov. The benefit of mankind! What, would you anatomize me ?

Sir Phil. Ay, ay, madam, he would dissect you.

Trade. Or, pore over you through a microscope, to see how your blood circulates from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot-ha, ha! but I have a husband for you, a man that knows how to improve your fortune ; one that trades to the four corners of the globe.

Mrs. Lov. And would send me for a venture perhaps.

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