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The Self-Rival. 5
Kitty. He's lock'd up too ,* but his Devotions turn
upon another thing, I guefs : and if ever he prays at
all, it is to be deliver *d from Matrimony.
Ma. Do you know who it was told my Father
Colonel Eellamont was here laft Night ?
Kitty. I believe it was he, Madam; forlfawjiim
with my Matter in the Garden this Morning, and
he look'd as if he was doing mifchief.
Ma. So he does always ; prithy help me to con-
trive fome Revenge againft the Monfter.
Kitty. My Invention's very barren, Madam ; but
I faw Mrs. Fallow's Chair coming down Street,
flie will help you out prefently.
Ma. Tell her where I am. [Ex> Kitty.] Blefs
me, this Colonel runs ftrangely in my head ; if he
attacks again, I fear I fhall give ground : for the
moft potent Adverfary we Women can meet with, is
an eloquent Tongue, and a plaufible Temper.
Enter Fallow.
Fal. I begin, my Dear, to reckon it among
my Misfortunes, that I lodge in the fame Houfe
with Colonel Bellamont ; he has been juft bribing me
with his Dutch Maftif to be his Advocate.
Ma. The belt way to get rid of him, is to fay
nothing in his favour.
Fal. If I be filent, he'll fpeak for himfelf ,• he
hears your Father's gone abroad, and intends you
another Vific.
Ma. He keeps excellent Scouts, they bring him
early Intelligence ; but my Father's not behind-
hand with him for Information ; that Spawn of
Spight, old Verjuice, has told him all.
Fal. Oh the filthy Beaft ! how fhall we be revenged
on him ?
Ma. Let's go this minute and contrive it.
Fal. Nay, nay, not now ; the Colonel will be
|iere prefently, and interrupt us,
S $ Ma.