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He J O V I A X, C K E W« '|||
my Coufin Amie i who is run away with Martin, my Father's
C/?n£, and Hearty 's Nephew, juft when (he fhou'd have been
coupled to another : My Bufinefs requires Hafte ; but my Plea-
fure, and all the Search that I intend is, by hovering here, to
take a Review of a Brace of the handfomelt Beggar- Wenches,
that ever grac'd Ditch, or Hedge-fide : I paft by 'em in Hafte,
but fomething fo poiTefTes me, that I mult — What the Devil
muft I? - — A Beggar! why, Beggars are Flefh and Blood, and
Rags are no Difeafes; and there is more wholfomer Flelh, un-
der Country Dirt, than City Painting.
Enter Rachel and Mend.
O ! here they come! they are delicately skin'd arid limb' d ! now
they fpy me.
Rach. Sir, I befeech you look upon us with the Favour of a
Gentleman. We are in a prefent Diftrefs, and utterly unac-
quainted in thefe Parts, and therefore forc'd by the Calamity of
our Misfortunes, to implore the Courtefy, or rather Charity, of
thofe to whom we are Strangers.
01. Very fine, this !
Mer. Be therefore pleas'd, right noble Sir, not only valuing
us by our outward Habits, which cannot but appear loathfome
or defpicable unto you, but as we are forlorn Chriftians, and in
that Eftimation, be companionate! y mov'd to caft a Handful or
two of your Silver, or a few of your golden Pieces unto us,
to furniih us with Linnen, and fome decent Habiliments.
01. They beg in a high Strain! Sure they are mad, or be-
witch'd into a Language they underftand not. — The Spirits of
fome decay'd Gentry talk in 'em, fure.
Rach. May we expecl: a gracious Anfwer from you, Sir ?
Mer. And that as you can wi(h our Virgin Prayers to be pro*
pitious for you.
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