ught.
Mrs. _Ven._ Right Husband; and you know 'twas I that advised you to make
the Purchase, and therefore I'll never give my Consent to have the Child
brought up by such a stinking Tar-barrel as now sues for him; he'd only
bring him up to be a Swabber; no, no, he was born a Merchant and a
Gentleman, and he shall live and die so.
_Dodge._ You are a worthy Gentlewoman upon my word; there are but few of
such a noble Temper: But what makes the Fool of the Husband then so
troublesome; does he not know when he's well?
Mrs. _Ven._ So 'tis a sign.
_Dodge._ A Blockhead, to proclaim his own Disgrace, and make himself
laugh'd at.
Mr. _Ven._ That's not it, he hopes to be the better by what is settled
on the Boy.
_Dodge._ O, God's so, that's true: But never fear, I'll be hang'd if he
carry it, for you have Money, as I told you, Sir, before: but see, Sir,
there they are.
Mr. _Ven._ Yes, Yes, I saw them before: but come, where's our Wine?
(_Within_) [the Bell rings as at the Bar.
_Enter Drawer with a Bottle of Wine._
_Draw._ Here Sir,--Coming, Coming, Sir: _Philip_, speak up in the
Mermaid, and bid _Jack_ light a Fire.
[_Exit_ Drawer.
_Comp._ Well Mr. _Pettifog_, and what think you of my Suit, Sir?
_Pett._ Why look you Sir, the Defendant you know was arrested first by a
_Latitat_ in an Action of Trespass.
_Comp._ Yes, and a Lawyer told me, it shou'd have been an Action of the
Case, did he not, Wife?
_Peg._ I have no Skill in the Law you know Husband, but the Gentleman
did say so.
_Pett._ Aye, but your Action of the Case in this Point is too ticklish.
_Comp._ Well, but pray tell me, do you think I shall overthrow my
Adversary?
_Pett._ Without all doubt, the Child he says is none of yours, What of
that! I marry a Widow, and am by Consequence possess'd of a Ward. Now
shall not I have the Management of that Ward? Now Sir you lie at a
stronger Ward, for _Partus sequitur ventrem_, says the Civil Law: So
that if you were within the Compass of the four Seas, as the Common Law
goes, the Child must be yours, that's certain.
_Comp._ Say you so, Sir? Why then the Child's my own, for I have been a
Coaster these five Years and more; and so my Service to you: [Drinks]. O
your Attorneys in _Guild-hall_ have a rare time on't, by the Lord
_Harry_.
_Peg._ They are as it were both Judg and Jury themselves.
_Comp._ And O how they will laugh at their Clients when they sit in a
Tavern, and call them Fools, Bl
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