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The S ELF-R ival 31
Ma. To make me a very good Jointure, and mar-
ry me to-night, then kick up your heels and die to-
morrow Morning.
Col. Cot-fo, why you unconfcionable little Bag*
gage, but one Night, Huffy, but one Night !
° Ma. No, but one Night, and enough too, all things
confider'd. I warrant, my Lord, you carry an Organ
to bed with you every night, but I hate Serenades.
Col. Say you fo, my little Wag, Cot-fo ,• try me,
and if you do not find me better than you expect,
1 11 give you a good feparate Maintenance, and we'll
part like any fafhionable young Couple.
Ma. I fhou'd know that Voice ; [fie looks eameflly
at him.'] Aye ! in my Confcience, 'tis Colonel Bella-
mont> he has forgot to cover the Mole on his Forehead ;
but if I don't play him Trick for his Trick, may I
never many a younger Husband than he reprefents.
Col. Come, come, venture upon an old Fellow for
once, here's TwoThoufand Pounds a Year Jointure,
a Title, with a Coach and fix ; Cot-fo, my little Wag,
what wou'd you be at ?
Ma. I muft own, my Lord, your Offers are very
powerful, almoft too ftrong for a weak Woman to
refift j but I have made a firm Refolution never to
marry any Man, who will not firft promife me to
chaftife the Infolence of a young faucy Lover I have.
Col. Do but name him, and he dies tho'he had the
Lives of ten Cats.
Ma. Nay, I believe he's but a Coward, tho' he's
a Field-Officer, and I fancy it woud be no hard mat-
ter to lead him in Triumph like a tame Bear.
Col. 'Sdeath that's unfufferable. [AJtde.
Ma. But you know, my Lord, if you can't ma-
nage him yourfelf, you may call in fome of your
Bull-Dogs ; poor Gentleman, he's no Alman&or, but
plain Colonel Bellamont.
Col. How ! my little Wag ! Colonel Bellamont f
why he's my Nephew, Child ; and that would be an
un-