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66 %e J O V I A I ^ C R E w:
Old. True Stories, and true Jefts, do feldom thrive on
Stages.
Cla. They are bed to pleafe you with this tho', or, A-hay!
.with a \yhip for them to-morrow.
Old. Nay, rather than they ihall fuffer, I will be pleas'd/ let
'em play their word.
A Flourifi.
Enter Patrico, with ift Beggar, habited like Oldrents,
See our Patrico among 'em.
Pat. Your Children's Fortunes I have told,
Now hear the Reafon why ;
That they (hall beg, e'er they be old,
Is their juft Befliny.
Your Grandfather, by crafty Wile,
An Heir of half his Lauds,
By ihamelefs Fraud $id much beguile
Then left them to your Hands,
i Beg. That was no Fault of mine, nor of my Children.
Old. Doft note this, Hearty 2 .
Heart. You faid you wou'd be pleas'd, let 'em play their
word.
[id Beggar walks fadly, beats his Breaft, &c-3
Enter 2d Beggar, dreft like Hearty, and feems t» comfort him.
Old. It begins my Story, and by the fame Fortune-teller that
told me my Daughters Fortunes, almoft in the fame Words ;
and he fpeaks in the Play to one that Perfbnates me, as near
as they can fet him forth.
Cla. How like you it, Sir? You feem difpleas'd; ihall they
be whip'd yet ? A-hay ! if you fay the Word
Old. O I by no means, Sir ; I am pleas'd.
2 Beg. Sad, for the Words of a bafe Fortune-teller ? Be-
lieve him! hang him; I'll truft none of 'em. They have all
Whims, and double, double Meanings in all they fay.
Old. Whom do's he talk, or look like, now?
Heart. It h no matter whom ; you are pleas'd, you fay.
2 Beg. Ha' you no Sack i'th' Houfe? Am not I here?
And never without a merry old Song.
AIR