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The Self-Rival. 57
and gaul himfelf for a fuppos'd Lofs, which you, for
the Reward of Twenty Pieces and no Queftions
ask'd, mall reftore to him again ■ but the cunning is
to get him into the Houfe.
Bar. Hum Twenty Pieces; by Jove I'll
crack my Brains but I'll gain my ends let me fee
1 have it, I'll drefs me again in the very Clothes
I thrafh'd him in, then ftand in the Street till he is
juft upon me ; then feem frighted and furpriz'd, and
run hi there to hide myfelf ; I warrant he follows me,
and then ■
Fal. That will do, leave the reft to me, I'll fend
him one mail do his Bulinefs ; but be fure you ftrip
as foon as you get into the Houfe, for fear he finds
you out. [E«*> Fal.
Bar joins. Sure when this Man was born the
Stars and Planets were all together by the ears, for
he loves nobody, nor nobody loves him. [Exit.
Scene changes to Sir Ephraim's.
Enter Colonel and Maria.
Col. Now, Madam, you will give me leave to dis-
cover that Secret, which you refus'd to hear be-
fore we were married ; tho' I tremble at your ap-
proaching Frowns, and dread the Confequence of
my Confeflion.
Ma. You are grown very courtly, my Lord, and
methinks your Voice is alter 'd too ; but to be plain
with you, I have a Confeflion to make as well as you,
I hope you won't be angry with me, but I have
made a Promife, and intend to be very juft to it,
that the firft Night I lie with a different Sex from my
own, it mail certainly be with Colonel Bellamont.
Col. How, Maria?
Ma. 'Tis very true, my Lord, he is the only
Man upon Earth, I ever did or ever fhall love.
Col. Do you know what you fay, Madam ?
Ma.